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

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Chapter 207

GRAND LORD OTTAI

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He stood by the door, staring at Daemonikai's unmoving body sprawled across the bed. The grand king looked almost lifeless, his pallor stark against the dark sheets.

The only sign of life was the faint, barely perceptible rise and fall of his chest. So subtle that one would have to get close to see it.

His breathing had slowed even more over the past few weeks, each breath coming longer between the last. Shallower than what was normal for any living being.

The Urekai guard on duty, offered a respectful greeting, while Livia, who had been tending to Daemonikai with cold compresses to regulate his burning fever, rose and bowed deeply

"How is he?" Ottai asked, moving further into the room.

"Still refusing food, your highness. No sign of waking in the past four days." The head maid replied.

The longest stretch yet.

A week without sustenance, and four days without opening his eyes. Typically, he would awaken every other day, staying conscious for a brief thirty minutes before slipping back into unconsciousness. Now, his slumber grew longer. Deeper.

"His temperature?" Ottai asked, his eyes briefly scanning the untouched feast.

"I've kept it regulated as best I can, but it's barely holding," Livia looked at the grand king's feverish face. "He's heating up faster."

Ottai gave a small nod. "Thank you, Livia. You are one of the few humans I can trust with him. You've done well."

"It's an honor, my lord." She hesitated. "Was your trip successful?"

"Yes," Lord Ottai's lips curved into a faint smile. "They are back in Urai."

The older woman beamed. "That's a relief."

"It is. You have been here all day. Go and get some rest, Livia."

She summoned the maids, who swiftly packed away the untouched platters of food. With an incline of their heads, Livia and the guard departed with them.

beside

must be far more appealing than reality, Daemon. Perhaps that's why I cannot judge you too harshly." Ottai said, his eyes on the still form. "But this place you have

nearly upon us once again. We cannot do this without you. Your people need you. I need you." A tight knot formed

that something-anything-would stir in the

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there was no

No change.

Nothing.

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down the hall, her shoulders

determined to make her life

were the fates conspiring against her, snatching away her

had she done

Emeriel is back.

Emeriel dared to return!

by a mere fly she could swat away.

a corner, and there

she not been looking so fervently, she might have passed without realizing the "lady"

so it left Sinai's jaw

slave uniforms. In their place was an elaborately designed gown, adorned with

a tight bun, now cascaded down her back like a black waterfall, decorated with glittering stones and delicate lace that caught the light. Stunning. Commanding. This was a far

radiated an aura of power and authority.

with her shoulders high, her head held even higher, as if she owned the very fortress itself. Behind her, Wegai stood in his brooding, protective glory,

Sinai, and that, at least, brought satisfaction to the mistress. Yes, little bunny, be afraid. You have

showed no

as she resumed her pace,

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deceitful slaw How dare you show your face here again? It's a wonder no one has put two claws through your eyes

dismissing her as though she were nothing more than a

words were

No acknowledgment.

Nothing.

merely eyed her, and kept