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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was a stubborn, mouthy, and bothersome prince back then. He had never wanted

but to assume the mantle at barely three

their strength extraordinary, even at their young age. Vladya had expected Daemonikai to be harsh with him during those times when he deliberately provoked and undermined others. But not Daemonikai.

thousand years. And now, suddenly, there was no Daemonikai. Only his

which Vladya would soon

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wandered, and she

Her smile vanished, replaced by

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guard, but he refused to behave childishly about it. He maintained his gaze, and she quickly averted her eyes, nudging her brother, who also looked up and spotted Vladya. The

your tasks, he

Their actions now carrying tension, devoid of

the regal air that always surrounded them, but also because

level of beauty that no boy should rightfully possess, and

that was uncommon. Almost

it was the girl who consistently captured Vladya's attention. Even now, his gaze remained

a human female

Yaz's voice interrupted

"What is it. Yaz?

growling."

noticed the rumbling in

the uncanny ability to get under his skin like no other human ever had. The desire to mount her surged within him

entertained regarding the young princess

to put his hands on her. To make it hurt. To make

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

her pale neck and

voice broke through