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

so sorry..!" Alvin's anguished cry pierced

clashes of

blood. The marble

two humans attacking him. "Myka,

Vortex Hall in a whirlwind of fury, fighting valiantly, slashing and striking down the intruders. He needed to save as many of his people

and what little he had was fading. Ebbing away with each desperate lunge The Eclipse Moon was bright in the sky,

probably time to

His people

his people lost their bondmates, their offsprings. Their wails

loss? How does one

heart broke for their loss. He could not

Take her

your Vladya's urgent call

sword flashing instinctively. The human soldier's head tumbled to the

Blood. So much blood.

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

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

hundred years, he thought. The weight of the number pressing down on him like a tombstone. Five hundred years. since the Cleansing War, since he had lost her. The grief

trembling hand, he removed the damp cloth from his forehead, its coolness a mockery of

him.

drawn to the open window. Below, Ural palsed with celebration, the sounds ruffled by the vast distance seperating him

him, but

drifted upward, observing the stars surrounding the quarter moon. A part of him still expected the door to creak open

beside me, Alvin would

boodmare, brat. She's mine, Daemonikai

pout, his lower lip jutting out in

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

old, but sometimes, he possessed the attitude of a thirty-year-old

They were all gone.

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

to suffocate him.