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

Chapter 217

That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate Chapter 217

A week later.

GRAND LORD ZAIPER He let out another uproarious laugh, his voice echoing through the room.

Sprawled lazily across the table in nothing but a flimsy pair of undershorts, his broad shoulders shook with amusement as Razarr kneaded the tense muscles beneath his skin "So, let me get this straight," Zaiper drawled, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. "A human, not just any human, but a tiny human girl, knocked you around and turned your lights off, now you want me to punish her in court for it?"

Mistress Sinai clenched her teeth, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise in her cheeks. It was bad enough as it is, but hearing Zaiper mock her made it worse.

Every time she recalled Emeriel's effortless takedown, Sinai wanted to crawl into the ground.

She had woken up to the concerned faces of her maids, who had crowded around her, asking if she was alright. The shame had been so great, she had lied, telling them she felt lightheaded and fainted. The humiliation burned her from the inside out.

This was the first time she had spoken of the incident. Sinai wanted retribution. She wanted to see Emeriel not just punished, but humiliated.

But instead, here she was, watching Zaiper laughed at her until his eyes watered, reducing her to a laughingstock.

Zaiper moaned, as his head guard-and lover-pressed down on a particularly tense knot in his shoulder, "That is a good one." Turning to Sinai, he added, "You mean, a little touch on the neck, and poof...lights out?"

"It was not a 'little touch'," Sinai snapped, not for the first time. "I have no idea what she did, but it hurt like the whips of hell."

"Mmm," Zaiper hummed skeptically. "Maybe you should consider attending training sessions.

You'd need it if your lights go out at the slightest caress."

and you know it. It happened so fast -" She paused, breathing

"I'm afraid you

"What?"

involving itself in petty female squabbles. We have far more pressing matters to attend to." He

might hate her more, or they might hate you more. They might even protest in her favor, which, let's be honest, would be even more humiliating for you." Mistress Sinai's

most crucial point, really. I cannot involve myself

back her

in the courtyard

stared at him,

his shoulders, clearly enjoying Razarr's touch. "So, no, I won't interfere. Not when it has nothing to do with me, nor offers no

believe her ears. She simply cannot

Zaiper chuckled. "Worry not,

nails. "And why are you so cheerful today, anyway? Is there a special occasion I'm unaware

course," he drawled, stretching languidly. "If I'm to be grand king soon, I might as well

suspiciously. "What

already in motion, sweet

schooled her expression. "And how do you plan

simple, really. Nothing grand or complicated." Zaiper purred. "I handed a human a weapon capable of killing him with a single stab to the chest. A killer disguised as a mere

over his words. "You handed this human one of our relics?" That

a normal dagger, laced with our poisons. Ottai will be in Mabblewood tonight, so my killer will slip past

be handsomely rewarded. If it goes south, the

muttered, "if your

training fields if a mere tap from a small human can