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That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

Chapter 696
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Chapter 696: Others gathered in small circles, drinking, cheering, laughter spilling between them. Sstood apart, discussing official matters, their wives and consorts by their sides, murmuring in low voices.

It was their first tamong such a crowd of Urekai. Sensing Aekeira's nervousness alongside her own, Emeriel squeezed her sister's hand in reassurance and led her further in, their gazes sweeping over the grand gathering. And at the center of it all stood the grand rulers.

Grand King Daemonikai and Grand Lord Vladya stood tall, addressing a group of high lords with serious faces. In their rich, regal red attire, embroidered with gold thread that shimmered under the lantern glow, they looked magnificent.

In unison, their noses flared, and they inhaled deeply. Then turned, their eyes settling upon Emeriel and Aekeira. The hard lines on their faces smoothed simultaneously as if a button had been pressed.

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Butterflies fluttered in Emeriel's belly.

She and Aekeira drew near and curtsied gracefully.

Both Grand Rulers offered their hands, and in turn, Emeriel and Aekeira placed their hands upon theirs, allowing their males to bring their offered hands to their lips, kissing them.

"You look stunning, my radiant star," Daemonikai said in a deep voice as he looked down at her. Heat rushed to Emeriel's cheeks. She beamed, lowering her gaze.

"Thank you, Your Grace." Beside her, Lord Vladya addressed Aekeira.

"You look incredibly enchanting, my songbird dove." Now, Aekeira mirrored her sister's blush.

Daemonikai led her away to a corner, leaning down, his breath brushing her ear.

gvlnovls.com, your destination for tales "I have been waiting to dance with you." "Dance...?" "Oh yes. You know that dance you practiced with your sister a week ago? Now is the tto show me." "Your Grace," Emeriel looked around. The thought of dancing for him before all these people made her incredibly shy.

"Cnow," he coaxed, chuckling freely.

"Showthat swirling move." Emeriel was enchanted by his laughter. She loved seeing him this way. After all they had been through, and were still going through, she wished to bottle his laughter and store it away.

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"But people will see-" "Of course they will," he said, unapologetic, brushing his thumb against her knuckles.

"And I will be proud to show you to them. Go on. Show me." Emeriel could not refuse those expectant green eyes. So, she stilled her nerves and stepped back.

He crossed his arms over his chest, amused as he waited.

If I do it quickly, perhaps it will not draw too much attention, right?

Emeriel raised one hand above her head, the other resting just below her belly, mimicking the position as if being held by an unseen partner. Then, taking a deep breath, she spun.

The silk of her gown flared around her, catching the glow of the lanterns as she moved in a perfect, practiced twirl.

The thing was, Emeriel was quite certain she had cto a stop. But it did not seem that way for her world continued to spin and spin. Her stomach churned violently as if turned upside down, and her vision narrowed, darkness creeping in at the edges.