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

Captive Slave 207

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.

seat beside Daemonikai in the stifling

Perhaps that's why I cannot judge you too harshly." Ottai said, his eyes on the still form. "But this

once again. We cannot do this without you. Your people need you. I need

against hope that something-anything-would stir in the grand

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was no

No change.

Nothing.

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down the hall, her shoulders trembling with

was Ukrae suddenly determined to make her life a living

conspiring against her, snatching away her

done to deserve this

Emeriel is back.

Emeriel dared to return!

mere fly she could swat away. One she should have squashed years

rounded a corner, and

to an abrupt stop. Had she not been looking so fervently, she might have passed

staggering. So much so

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

caught the light. Stunning. Commanding. This was a far cry from the

an aura of

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

to the mistress. Yes, little bunny, be

showed

as she resumed her pace,

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the filthy slave. The lying, deceitful slaw How dare you show your face here again? It's a wonder no one has put two claws through your eyes by now." Emeriel stopped beside her. Slowly, she turned her head to the side, meeting Sinai's gaze with a cold, condescending

as though she were nothing more than a bothersome

words were said

No acknowledgment.

Nothing.

her, and