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

command, Majesty. The target?" Razarr's

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

had tortured the information out of

to pieces for molesting the boy!

Is there still a need to eliminate the boy?"

It makes me uneasy. Before whatever that is

a

his lips before he armed

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the elite."

flickered on Razarr's features. "For a

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Ravenshadow, this evening. 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 standby in case complications arise..as

we combine the prowess of all our men, they would still be no match for him," Razarr stated

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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 his

EMERIEL

painted the sky in streaks of molten gold and fiery rose as the sun slipped behind the

thought, Emeriel trudged along the familiar path back to the fortress his footsteps soft on the packed

of it had seared

to in

understood the

survive a real feeding those tiny, little sips from the beast

he had fed King Daemonika,

hunger. Emeriel had practically felt its intensity when the beast's unyielding body

if being careful