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

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Razarr pondered the question. "May I ask a question, Your Highness?" Zaiper gestured for him to proceed. "Could this human be the human prince?"

Zaiper displayed no surprise at Razarr's knowledge. The male had an uncanny understanding of his thoughts, which Zaiper found appealing. "Indeed, it could be."

"In that case," Razarr proposed, permit me to eliminate him discreetly and bury him in Blackstone. No one would ever trace it back to you."

"A commendable idea, Zaiper acknowledged. "However, I am intrigued to observe the boy more closely. I wish to uncover what makes him tick. Besides, that charming little backside of h... Zaiper tilted his head to the side, his words trailing off. "Daemonikai's beast had the boy once, and for some reason, it's fixating. I want to mount him, too. I need to understand what the fuss is all about, before I dispose of him."

Razarr remained stoic, offering no visible reaction, but Zaiper knew the wheels were turning in his mind. Zaiper allowed him the time to think; after all, Razarr had a capable head attached to his shoulders.

Eventually, Razarr broke the silence. "You could summon his sister. It is no secret how close the siblings are. If we bring the sister here, the boy will undoubtedly come running."

Zaiper mulled over the idea, his interest piqued. "Go on"

"We shall go to the southern wings and forcefully bring the girl to Greyrock. Outsiders need only know that you requested the princess's presence. I will dispatch a slave to inform the boy that his sister has been forcibly taken. This news will surely prompt the boy to come rushing to his sister's aid. Once he sets foot in Greyrock, his fate will be sealed." He paused. "With Grand Lord Vladya away and Grand Lord Ottai preoccupied with his ailing bondmate, no one will be able to save him. Once the prince arrives, you may release the princess," Razarr concluded "What are your thoughts, my Lord?"

"I must admit, Razarr, that you are a genius," Zaiper commended "Secure the princess, and the prince shall undoubtedly follow. Why had this plan not occurred to me before?"

Drawing closer to Razarr, Zaiper slid his hand behind the male's neck, pulling him in for a passionate kiss born out of sheer happiness.

A soft whine escaped Razarr, his composure crumbling into desire as he melted into Zaiper's embrace. The grand Lord. kissed him fervently. Thoroughly. Zaiper explored his mouth with hunger, until the scent of Razarr's arousal filled the air.

Relinquishing the embrace, Zaiper stepped back, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. "You have served me well, Razarr. Vladya is slated to return in two days time. Therefore, tomorrow, we shall set our plan in motion. I want that princess brought to me, do you understand?"

1-1. Razarr blinked repeatedly, attempting to

in his gaze. He enjoyed seeing his formidable head soldier, usually

Razarr finally managed

determination. "Tomorrow shall mark Emeriel's final day in this world. I shall ensure

sigh of relief as she finished her tasks for the day. Every muscle ached; the water drums were

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of the storage shed, a prickle of unease crawled down her spine at the sight of the slave master who often targeted her, The slave master, a bull of a man whose beady eyes always seemed to find

are you doing, idling around and dragging your feet, slave? Have you finished your duties?"

Master Tyke." Ackeina replied meekly, keeping her gaze lowered. It was

and the wells to minimize contamination. His voice held a new,

to assist Em with, as she was planting new flowers that day. Her hesitation was a heartbeat too

an ugly red, rage twisting his features. "How dare you

order!"

course, Master," Ackeira stammered, spinning around to hasten to

her

whip for your blatant

Master, I

nearby slave scuttled off, returning moments later with a sturdy whip, handing it over to the slave master. The leather gleamed darkly in the harsh sunlight. Aekeira's heart hammered against her ribs,

master's whip hissed through

was about to fall, the crack of the whip was drowned out by approaching footsteps, and a voice that cut through the air like a blade. "Slave master, I am afraid that

flickered within Aekeira. But as she turned, that hope withered. The woman was undeniably a wealthy lady with her extravagant gown and jewels. She was also heavily

perhaps?