Chapter 833:
Emeriel sobbed, smiling as she wiped away the tears that had gathered in her eyes.
“I’m so happy for you, my dear friend.”
She carefully folded the letter and placed it on the desk. She wanted to be present to greet Herodis when he arrived, so she needed to finish her afternoon errands early to make that possible.
“Oh no! I need to find Amie. Let’s go buy new gardening tools while we still have daylight.”
With that, she hurried out of the study, calling for Amie to be alerted.
Emeriel left the Royal Residence, dressed in full formal attire: her royal silks flowing elegantly, and her bodyguards following closely as she made her way to the slaves’ quarters.
The maids she had sent to find Amie had returned empty-handed. Amie was neither in her quarters nor any of her assigned posts.
Even the woman sent to question Madame Livia came back with little information.
According to the head of cleaning, she and Amie had separated that morning after gathering herbs together.
Worry grew, and Emeriel searched all over Frostfall herself, her steps quickening with each unanswered question.
“Where could she be?” she murmured, worry furrowing her brow as…
she rounded a corner.
A young slave hesitantly approached, her cheeks streaked with dry tears, her eyes swollen and red.
“Good morning, Your Highness. I…”
Emeriel stopped, her expression softening with concern.
“What’s your name?”
“Beliah, Your Highness.”
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“What’s going on, Beliah?”
“My friend… Amie. She…” The girl sobbed, her voice breaking.
“Amie?” Emeriel asked quickly.
“Do you know where she is?”
“She told me not to tell anyone, but…”
“Do you have any idea where she might be?” Emeriel’s voice took on an edge. “Tell me everything. Now.”
Beliah swallowed hard.
“After you ordered that she be placed under your protection, everyone left her alone. But… there’s a slave master. His name is Kenta.
He says he likes her. Sometimes he brings her flowers, but then…”
“He grabs her, touches her roughly, even when she says no. Amie hated it.”
“Finally, she gathered the courage to turn him down two nights ago.”
Beliah wiped her face with both hands, holding back tears.
“A few hours ago…”
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