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

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Even Ottai appeared resigned. They had evaded the issue for centuries, but now they both knew Zaiper might succeed.

He could persuade the court to make an active effort to slay the feral, rather than waiting for the night of the eclipse moon. And once the people rallied behind it, the grand lords's hands would be forced.

Moreover, once the public was in support, the Elders would undoubtedly agree to the decision-even pressure the rulers if they continued to delay.

Vladya's mind was in turmoil. The truth was, there was no rational reason not to proceed with killing Daemonikai's beast. He just simply wasn't ready.

That beast was all that remained of his crumbling sanity. The tether that assured him he hadn't lost everything that fateful night. As long as Daemonikai lived, Vladya found it easier to resist the losing battle that was his sanity. Daemonikai, the strongest male he knew, had succumbed to madness to escape the horrors they had faced. And Vladya was barely holding on by a thread.

And as long as that beast lived, that thread held tight. No matter how thin it had become, it held tight.

And, when he finally lost his oldest friend, his companion whom he should have mourned with, Vladya feared his last semblance of sanity would go alongside the beast.

Perhaps Zaiper knew that too. Maybe, that was one of the reasons he was so eager to eliminate the feral.

The sound of laughter drew Vladya's attention back to the present.

He stared ahead to discover its source. The slave princess sat by well, watching her brother draw water.

She laughed at the displeased expression on his face as he worked.

The little prince certainly possessed strength. The boy effortlessly drew water, pouring it into a larger bucket and sending the smaller one back down,

Ackeira reached up to remove the strand of hair that obscured the prince's eyes. With a gentle push, she joined it with the rest, her eyes filled with happiness and laughter.

The sight stirred memories within him. Reminded him of Daemonikai and their early days of friendship. A sharp pang of pain gripped Vladya's heart.

He halted and observed the siblings. Daemonikai was a thousand years older than him and already a king when they first

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the other hand, was a stubborn, mouthy, and bothersome prince back then. He had never wanted to become a grand lord, but his

no choice but to assume

age. Vladya had expected Daemonikai to be harsh with him during those times when he deliberately provoked

friendship had blossomed and endured for over three thousand years.

Vladya would soon be forced

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wandered, and she caught

paled. Her smile vanished, replaced

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her eyes, nudging her brother, who also looked up and spotted Vladya. The boy appeared more

tasks,

actions now carrying tension, devoid

stood out among humans not only for the regal air

of beauty that no boy should rightfully possess, and his long, jet-black hair only added to

was uncommon. Almost

it was the girl who consistently captured Vladya's

simply unfair for a human female

lord?" Yaz's voice interrupted

"What is it. Yaz?

were growling." Yaz

the rumbling in

uncanny ability to get under his skin like

thoughts he entertained regarding the young princess

To make it hurt. To

she would handle him in his most animalistic state. Above all, her blood called out to

her pale neck and drink from her until she was

voice broke through