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

Captive Slave 148

Chapter 148

GRAND LORD VLADYA

"Your Highness," the healer packed his herbal bag, casting fleeting glances of concern at Vladya.

"What is it, Faiwick?" Vladya drank his tea casually, the bitter taste lingering on his tongue. "Your hesitation does not aid me, so you might as well speak plainly."

"Forgive me, my lord, but you must bloodfeed. Truly, you do. Not the meager portions obtained from mere feeders, but a real feeding from Lady Merrilyn. With the proper rituals from the Sacred Ways Of Old." "That is a little dramatic, do you not think?" Vladya arched an eyebrow.

"No. It is..." The healer ran his hand through his black hair. "You are not taking this seriously, my lord. Your body is in dire need of bloodfeeding and sexual intimacy. You cannot keep ignoring them any longer." "Calm yourself, Faiwick." Setting the glass down with cool indifference, Vladya met the healer's gaze. "I know I'm on the path to feral."

His eyes went wide. "Y-you do?"

"Of course I do, it's my body, is it not? I feel these things. I am the one who cannot remember events, feels the urge to go on a killing spree, and awakens in the woods on occasion. Of course, I know." Your Highness..." Faiwick's lips wobbled. He looked dangerously close to tears.

Vladya rolled his eyes, pursing his lips. "Please, do not."

The healer swiped at his eyes, attempting to regain composure. Does the grand king know?"

"He does not. Nor will he find out." Vladya pinned him with a stern gaze.

you need not worry.

taking the pill on the nightstand. At least whatever was in the first concoction Faiwick had given him seemed to be

rolls on his brain. "I will get in contact with the mages

King is here

of them. "I do not want them. Do not contact the mages." Vladya's voice was

are meant to calm our inner creatures, provide peace, reduce madness. We cannot

had served the grand rulers for generations, and Faiwick himself had been their healer for millennia. The male had a strong stomach for blood and treatment, but that was where his fortitude ended. If Vladya snapped at him, the healer would break down and weep. It had happened many times in the past, and Vladya was not prepared to deal with that now. "Faiwick," Vladya said more gently, "I appreciate your dedication.

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eyes glistening with unshed tears. "As you wish, Your Highness. But please, consider the bloodfeeding and the rituals. They

his large herbal bag over his shoulder, and headed for the door. He paused, looking back. "The herbs will not stop the

room was quieter, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows

he rose and the servants attended to his needs, drawing his bath

his way to Lord Henry's residence. Merry was still on bedrest and it had been

scent

There Aekeira stood, a slave master berating her. The warm feeling that had ignited in his cold heart that night in the woods resurfaced, spreading through him. "Have you no sense, you foolish human?" the master barked, his voice sharp as a winter wind. "How

humbly, her voice respectful. "I have completed my morning duties, Master Tyke. I merely

to-"

grown weary? Are your delicate fingers sore? There is still so much to be done in the scullery. The flagons are streaked with grime, the platters still bear the remnants of

are others