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

Captive Slave 100

Chapter 100

PART 2

GRAND LORD VLADYA

Four hours later.

The news spread like wildfire throughout the kingdom of Urai.

Sounds of jubilant revelry ricocheted through the streets as citizens celebrated in their beast forms, engaging in playful duels and hunts commemorating the return of their beloved ruder. Within the fortress, however, the atmosphere was more subdued The initial excitement had given way to a quiet vigil as the crowds in the grand king's bedchamber thinned.

Lord Vladya had dismissed the swarm of well-wishers, leaving only himself and the royal healer to attend to Daemonikai.

Although Daemonikai's body had fought off the worst of the poison, they had taken no chances. He had been administered. healing herbs and potions and nourished with Sinai's blood. "A few hours of rest should dispel the remaining toxins, Your Highness, their assured Vladya. "He will make a full recovery"

Thank you, Faiwick. You are dismissed."

Left alone, Vladya gazed upon the sleeping Daemonikai, still marveling at the sight of him in male form resting so peacefully. It felt surreal, like a dream he feared might vanish at any moment.

He hadn't even gotten started with the ritual, then had this happened. Even now, the sigils floated in his mind, begging to be spoken, but Vladya shoved them into the knowledges-acquired-but-would-not-be-used-anymore box.

He did not want to leave. He longed to be by his friend's side, to converse with him once he woke. But Daemon needed rest. and Vladya had pressing matters to attend to

With a final glance at the slumbering king, Vladya turned to leave. "Yaz, post three guards at the door. Anyone who leaves: their post without proper relief will face immediate execution."

Unlike the jubilant masses, Vladya harbored no illusions. He knew not everyone shared in the kingdom's joy. Like Zaiper. His ashen face, contorted in disbelief and horror when the beast transformed, flashed through Vladya's mind. Reflecting on it now, he would have laughed if he were still capable of such things. Zaiper had gawked at Daemonikai like he had seen a ghost. A very unpleasant ghost he never wanted to see again.

"Also, Yaz," Vladya continued, catching the head guard's attention

"Yes, my Lord"

"Summon Emeriel to my chambers, Vladya instructed, his eyes marrowing, "First thing tomorrow morning"

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

Alvin's anguished cry

clashes of

The marble floors have

two humans attacking him. "Myka, protect your mother!" he roared, calling out to his

fighting valiantly, slashing and striking down the intruders. He needed to

was not supposed to have any strength at all, and what little he had was fading. Ebbing away with each desperate lunge The Eclipse Moon was bright in the

probably time to

couldn't. His people needed

him, his people lost their bondmates, their offsprings. Their wails of unbearable agony

could one survive such a loss? How does one live

He could not

here! Take her to safety!"

call cut

instinctively. The human soldier's head tumbled to the floor, his

Blood. So much blood.

King Daemonikai's eyes snapped open. The familiar sight of his chambers greeted him with

knowing what he would find even before his eyes confirmed it. The space beside him was cold, devoid of

like a tombstone. Five hundred years. since the Cleansing War, since he had lost her. The grief was crushing

from his forehead, its coolness a mockery of the burning

him.

Ural palsed with celebration, the sounds ruffled by the vast distance seperating him from

him, but he

still expected the door to creak open at any moment, for Alvin to come

beside me, Alvin would whine, his voice often interrupting

brat. She's

pout, his lower lip jutting out

him frown, knowing she was about to leave their bed to settle their fully grown son, who had no sense of boundaries, back to sleep. Alvin would shoot him a triumphant smirk-the "I win" face of a child who had outmaneuvered his

tugged at Daemonikai's lips. Alvin might be eight hundred years old, but sometimes, he possessed the attitude of

They were all gone.

slammed against his chest repeatedly, hoping if he hit hard enough, the agony and grief

to suffocate him.