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

Captive Slave 98

Chapter 98

"Ukrac," Yaz's voice broke the silence once more, filled with astonishment. "Your Highness, if the grand king continues, he will drain the boy."

It was true. Finally, Vladya managed to overcome his shock, forcing his stiff limbs to move. Yet his steps faltered after a single stride.

He watched, transfixed, as Daemonikai's beast withdrew its fang from the boy's neck, all on its own, sealing the wound with gentle swipe of its tongue, "They will kill you, the boy's voice was a fragile whisper against the beast's fur, barely audible even to Vladya's heightened senses. "I don't want you to die. But Vladya had heard it. Every word, every tremor of despair.

He had heard Emeriel's plea for help, the beast's answering roar, the raw exchange of trust and need, and now, this.

"I wish for you to get better, Emeriel's words were starting to slu: now, "Oh... I feel drowsy.

The boy was high as the heavens. Blood-drunk, just like his sister

The lingering scent of Aekeira still clung to him, intertwined with the warmth of her moisture on his inner robe.

Vladya needed to leave before the beast sensed his presence and considered him a threat. He retreated, his steps quick and silent. Yaz following behind him

His head spun with a whirlwind of thoughts, his mind racing to make sense

se of it all.

There were missing pieces, gaps that needed to be filled.

Vladya needed time to think and connect the dots. He was overlooking something. That tiny, elusive detail that would finally make everything come together and make sense What in the world just happened back there? What had he just witnessed?

He would find out.

AEKIERA

That night, Arkiera sat beside Emeriel's bed. Her fingers gently combing through her sleeping sister's jet-black hair, her gaze fixed on the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest. "My brave, brave little sister," she whispered

To think she'd been blissfully unaware while Em had fought for her life today, not once, but twice, filled her with a shame she couldn't shake

Guilt gnawed at her. Ackeira should protect her little sister, not the other way around. She was the elder, after all.

Aekeira was the weak one, always hiding behind Em's courage. En was the one who worked extra hard, not only to keep up with the boys but to shield her sister in the process. Their lives had always been harsh, yet they had found happiness in each other. Even amidst sorrow, they had shared smiles

"Once we lose our smiles, we have nothing else. Em used to say

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had become withdrawn and easily frightened. Em had lost her smile, now

pain of the beast's death on the morrow, she

voice groggy, eyes pully. "Are you

not. Ackeira smiled, tucking a strand

again,

here for you. We will get through the pain together. You have been strong for so long. From now on, I will be strong for both of us." Mekeira kissed

he gazed down upon the crowd of Urekai, from his shadowed perch on the balcony of the

illuminated the aving

scene as if it were daylight. They assembled at the tournament arena, filling

the arena shall be burned alive,"

Not out of a desire for death, but because he simply could not bear to remain within the suffocating walls of his chamber. He had tried

living thing, gnawing at him from within. His heart burned, each beat a searing

kill

swallowing a sob. The weight in his chest

soft, gentle

tears streaming down his face as he met Aekeira's gaze. A helpless plea in

to yourself," Aekeira whispered, her

frantic with worry

in a way he never had before. He had floated a kind of soothing euphoria he'd never known, all because his Beloved had drunk from

chamber, the

they would

don't," Aekeira pleaded, but it was

that echoed his internal torment. Tears streamed down his face,

relentless

pulling him into a tight

he gasped, his body shaking as he clung to Aekeira, his voice breaking "Like someone is

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you, Ackeira soothed, her own voice trembling as

silhouetted against the

at the older

voice was sharp, yet a hit of concern softened her words. "Aekeira, why are you encouraging her to cry and attract the soldiers? You two should not be here." "Madam Livia..." Emeriel cried hoarsely, but

Back to your rooms,

shook his head