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

cry pierced the chaos, as war raged around

deafening clashes

The marble floors have

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

didn't wait for a response, exploding through the Vortex Hall in a whirlwind of fury, fighting valiantly, slashing and striking down the intruders. He needed to

what little he had was fading. Ebbing away with each desperate lunge The Eclipse Moon

probably

couldn't. His people

screams of anguish. All around him, his people lost their bondmates,

such a loss? How does one

broke for their loss. He

mother out of here! Take her to safety!" His voice

urgent call cut

head tumbled to the floor, his lifeless

Blood. So much blood.

familiar sight of his chambers greeted him with an unwelcome

he would find even before his eyes confirmed

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

removed the damp cloth from his forehead, its coolness a mockery

him.

palsed with celebration, the sounds ruffled by the vast distance

but he

A part of him still expected the door to creak open at any moment, for

beside me, Alvin would whine,

boodmare, brat. She's

pout, his lower lip jutting out in

would laugh, then lean over and press a kiss to Daemonika's lips, which in turn would make 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 father-before following his mother out of the

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

They were all gone.

if he hit hard

to suffocate him.