Protected: BOUND TO THE BEAST : CHAPTER 101 – 110
BOUND TO THE BEAST : CHAPTER 101 – 110
THE GRAND HIGH COURT
They stood in front of the court, clad in the slaves’ formal attire—a short, fitted dress that barely reached their knees.
They gathered on one side of the enormous court, their eyes fixed on the lords seated around the round table, a lavish feast spread before them.
The table was adorned with an abundance of flowers, and some lords had brought their own slaves, who were made to dine at their masters’ feet, wearing unique collars around their necks.
Emeriel gazed at the Urekai Court, awestruck and horrified. He had never seen so many lords gathered before.
They were all dressed elegantly, yet their eyes held a glimmer of hatred and cruelty as they stared at the humans before them.
The herald announced the entrance of the grand lords, prompting everyone to stand and those already standing to straighten.
The imposing doors swung open, and the thrio entered. Cloaked in their customary white garments, their flowing fabric exuded grace.
Today, the attire was adorned with gold embroideries, adding to their majestic appearance.
The irony did not get past Emeriel. These males donned pristine white robes, yet their hearts were as dark as coal.
The grand kings took their seats on their thrones, before the crowd followed.
As they settled, the esteemed Lord of Ceremonial Affairs stood, commanding attention as he addressed the high court.
“Ladies and gentlemen, today we assemble not only for our customary banquet ceremony but also to mark the auspicious occasion of introducing and unveiling the new slaves the Urekais have acquired over the past year.
This gathering is a testament to the continuity of our traditions and the expansion of our noble household.
As we partake in this joyous event, let us celebrate the prosperity and growth of our realm.”
Nods of agreement rippled through the crowd as the lord resumed his seat. Another lord rose to continue where the first had left off, and Emeriel’s mind drifted.
His nerves overwhelmed him, his mouth felt dry, and his palms were sweaty.
The binding cloth wrapped around his chest today was exceptionally tight, meant to really flatten his breasts since he only wore a single tunic that was not loose-fitting.
Aekeira’s hand covered his.
He looked at her face, finding comfort in her nervous smile. Despite his fear for his sister’s well-being, her presence beside him provided solace.
“Let the feast begin!” the voice announced, drawing Emeriel back to the present. Heads nodded in agreement, and applause filled the hall.
Things seemed to be going well—so far no one has summoned any slave. Perhaps it would only get better—
“You, you, and you,” a lord’s voice boomed, his finger pointing at three slaves simultaneously. “Strip,” he ordered.
BOUND TO THE BEAST : CHAPTER 101 – 110
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