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

the others. When they were well beyond earshot, he turned. "Mobilize

target?"

cold light. That wretched boy must die. The beast's rampage last night... the

had tortured the information out of one

had torn the slave master to pieces for molesting the boy! For his scent lingering on the

but won't the beast be killed tomorrow? Is there

instincts are rarely wrong, Razarr. There's something going on with the feral, something inexplicable, and it's all connected to that boy. It makes me uneasy. Before whatever

highness. I will assemble a squad for

playing on his lips before he armed to leave. "Choose our finest, commander. The

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the elite."

on Razarr's features. "For a mere

55%

Strike after, when he makes for home. The forest offers perfect cover. If all goes according to plan, he should not be difficult to eliminate. However, have the elite soldiers on

combine the prowess of all our men,

t

with dragonblood. Zaiper smirked. "It may not kill that stubborn beast 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 aimed at the boy will undoubtedly end

EMERIEL

of molten gold and fiery rose as the sun

in thought, Emeriel trudged along the familiar path back to the fortress his footsteps

bloodfeeding... the sheer intensity of it had seared itself

to in

he understood

a real feeding those tiny, little sips from the beast had been so overwhelming, a wildfire of sensation

scarcely believe he had fed King Daemonika, although the beast had taken

intensity when the beast's unyielding body began to shake, yet

if being careful not to