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

Captive Slave 93

Chapter 93

GREYROCK, THE NORTHERN WING

GRAND LORD ZAIPER

Grand Lord Zaiper hummed a tune of triumph as he glided along the labyrinthine corridors. The cool stones beneath his feet echoed with each step, carrying the promise of a future hewn to his will.

All the hard work he had put in would finally pay off, and he would ascend to the grand throne of Urekal.

"My lord," a passing laborer gasped, bowing so low his sweat-slicked forehead nearly touched the floor.

"Good day to you as well, he replied, his grin stretching really wide..

Their flinches, the way their heads snapped back to their tasks lite frightened sparrows, were a satisfying tribute.

On this blessed day, his heart was filled with sheer delight. Once he became the grand king, his next agenda would be to eliminate the law of the four rulers.

He would be the sole ruler of his people.

To achieve such a goal would undoubtedly take years-perhaps even cent nail

the people would resist him tooth and

But Zaiper had all the time in the world. That was one of the perks of living a long, long life.

Eventually, they would submit. They had no choice, he would be their undisputed ruler, his word their unbreakable law.

Rounding a corner, the rhythmic clash of the training grounds abruptly ceased.

They were his finest warriors-his trusted hidden soldiers-specially trained for countless centuries. They stood at attention, their stances as rigid as the ancient stone of the fortress itself. Their commander, Razarr, broke formation and stepped forward

him away from the others. When they were well beyond earshot, he turned. "Mobilize a select few of

command, Majesty. The target?" Razarr's voice was

boy, Emeriel." Zaiper's eyes glittered with a cold light. That wretched boy must die. The beast's rampage last night... the way it protected the boy...

of one of the southern wine's

had torn the slave master to pieces for molesting

be killed tomorrow? Is there still a need to

it's all connected to that boy. It makes me uneasy. Before whatever that is goes any further, that boy needs to die." He took a step closer, his voice dropping low. "I need

a squad for

his lips before he armed

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the elite."

flickered on Razarr's features. "For a mere human

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for home. The forest offers perfect cover. If all goes according to plan,

Lord Vladya? Even if we combine the prowess of all our men, they would

t

outright, but it will weaken him significantly. If he is struck by more than a few, it will surely be fatal. Hence, I require the elites for this task. I am not willing to take any chances. One of those arrows

EMERIEL

of molten gold and fiery

trudged along the familiar path back to the

bloodfeeding... the sheer intensity of it had

to in

he understood the mistress's

he could survive a real feeding those tiny, little sips from the beast had been so overwhelming, a wildfire

believe he had fed King Daemonika, although

Emeriel had practically felt its intensity when the beast's unyielding body began to shake,

being careful not to drain