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,

deafening clashes of

The marble

the next two humans attacking him. "Myka, protect your mother!" he roared, calling

of fury, 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

was probably

he couldn't. His people

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

such a loss? How

broke for their loss. He could not imagine a life without

mother out of here! Take her to

urgent call cut

tumbled to the floor, his lifeless eyes staring into

Blood. So much blood.

The familiar sight of his chambers greeted him

his eyes confirmed it. The space beside

years. since the Cleansing War, since he had lost her. The grief was crushing

damp cloth from his forehead, its coolness a

him.

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

him, but he shoved

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

Alvin would whine, his voice often interrupting

boodmare, brat. She's mine, Daemonikai would

his lower lip

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 a thirty-year-old Urehai

They were all gone.

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

to suffocate him.