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

Chapter 220

That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate Chapter 220 GRAND LORD ZAIPER.

"I don't believe I heard that correctly. Emeriel did what?" Zaiper shouted.

"From what I've gathered, she disarmed and killed the assassin," Razarr confirmed, his voice steady despite his lord's outburst.

The second ruler stopped pacing and glared at his head soldier.

Razarr met his gaze briefly before bowing his head in deference. The tension in the air could be cut by a knife, but a soft chuckle came through.

Zaiper whirled around. "What in the hell is so damn amusing, Sinai?"

The mistress tilted her head. "Oh, forgive me, Lord Zaiper. It's just... well, that 'tiny human girl' seems to have thrown quite the wrench in your plans." she purred, stifling a giggle he could see.

"I can't help but wonder how lightly she must have touched the assassin's neck to turn his lights off...forever." Sinai echoed his own words back at him, snickering.

Zaiper's nostrils flared. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"It is rather amusing, I won't deny it," she drawled, flashing teeth. "But don't get me wrong, it's also a problem. I heard they have already launched a full investigation. What if the trail leads back to you?"

one who might know anything is his wife, and she wouldn't

traced the edges of her well-manicured nails. "When a mother hen is desperate to protect her young, logic and fear go out the

Zaiper pondered her words. "Then she must be dealt with. Razarr,

bowed and left

into a thin line. "Pure luck, no doubt, but lately,

especially since she's been spending all her time tending to my Daemon." "That's where it ends." Zaiper asserted confidently. "No matter how civilized our people become, they will never accept

worrying about a

this situation

cast a sidelong glance at her. "You really are a mean little

She cleared her throat. "I do

his eyes. "Of course you

"So, what's your next move,

do you suggest, then?" He asked, crossing

you secure an heir." Zaiper was sure the woman was joking. He

the heir. But with him and Alvin gone, the throne has only

the undisputed ownership of the throne." Sinai drawled, blowing air at her manicured fingers. "An heir will secure the future of Dragaxlov as the Nil'nhile, and the grand throne will remain

a wicked grin spread across his face. He strode to Sinai, cupped her face, and planted a filthy, possessive

chuckled through it, kissing

gave her another noisy