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

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Chapter 75

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 clear his

He enjoyed seeing his formidable head soldier, usually so-composed. reduced to

m-my Lord," Razarr finally

face the window, his voice resonating with determination. "Tomorrow shall mark Emeriel's final day

as she finished her tasks for the day.

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well-ropes. As she returned the last chipped bucket to the dusty gloom 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 her, stalked toward her, his heavy boots kicking up a cloud

Have you finished your duties?" His sneer twisted his already cruel mouth, his tone

gaze lowered. It was safer not to meet his

you to clean the water storage areas and the wells to minimize

she was planting new flowers that day.

rage twisting his features. "How dare you stand

order!"

around

not willing to let her off so easily. "Stop

whip for your blatant

Master, I did

me the whip!" the slave master bellowed, and a nearby slave scuttled off, returning moments later with a sturdy whip, handing it over to the slave

slave!" The master's whip hissed through the

her skin. Just as the first blow was about to fall, the crack of the whip was drowned out by approaching footsteps, and

a sparrow's wing, flickered within Aekeira. But as she turned, that hope withered. The woman was undeniably

mistress, perhaps? Aekeira's