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. I will not

worried Ottai would. He sighed, taking the pill on the nightstand. At

in contact with the mages again. We need to purchase herbs and-" "We will do no such thing. They do not work,

Grand King is

want them. Do

are meant to calm our inner

rubbing his temple. Faiwick meant well. His family 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.

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Chapter 148

bloodfeeding and the rituals. They

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

hellhound with a bone. Vladya watched him leave. The room was quieter, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows on the walls. Blessed silence, just the way he loved

Reluctantly, he rose and the servants attended to his needs, drawing his bath and assisting with his garments, dressing him in one of the

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

scent before he saw

reverberated in Vladya's throat as the sweetness wafted through the air, capturing his senses. 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,

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

to-"

what?" he sneered, his eyes raking over her with open contempt. " Have you grown weary? Are your delicate fingers sore? There is still so much to

are