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

sorry..!" Alvin's anguished cry pierced

clashes of

The marble floors have turned

next two humans attacking him. "Myka,

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

to have any strength at all, and what little he had was fading. Ebbing away with each desperate lunge The Eclipse

It was probably time to

he couldn't. His people needed

anguish. All around him, his people lost their bondmates, their offsprings. Their wails

survive such a loss? How does one live without

loss. He could not

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

Vladya's urgent call

tumbled

Blood. So much blood.

snapped open. The familiar sight of his chambers

even before his eyes

like a tombstone. Five hundred years. since the

the damp cloth from his forehead, its coolness a

him.

from the bed, drawn to the open window. Below, Ural palsed with celebration, the sounds ruffled by the vast

but he shoved it

the quarter moon. A part of him still expected the door to

Alvin would whine,

brat. She's mine,

his lower lip jutting out in childish

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

be eight hundred years old, but sometimes, he possessed the attitude of a thirty-year-old

They were all gone.

repeatedly, hoping if he hit hard enough,

to suffocate him.