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

Chapter 230

That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate Chapter 230

"I don't think you've lost her, either. Beneath all those layers of armor is a woman who loves you more than life itself, Your Grace." Ottai said quietly, glancing back at her. "She stayed by your side through it all. Even when the chill of the frostfever became unbearable, she never left. Fought to keep you warm with her own body, despite the danger to her own health." The grand lord shook his head in remembered disbelief. "Beneath that tough exterior is a girl who is hurting, afraid to extend her love again."

Daemonikai's eyes followed Emeriel as she approached an elderly slave woman struggling to carry a heavy bucket. Without hesitation, she took the bucket, lifted it, and carried it across the garden.

Underneath it all, she's still the same soft-hearted female he once knew as Galilea.

And Daemonikai would reach her.

He would tear down her defenses, one brick after another, until he found that girl again. And this time, he would never let her go.

"And Vladya? What about him?" he asked Ottai.

"Aekeira is with him. She spends most of her days there."

Daemonikai nodded. "She will bring him home."

"I hope so. Blackstone is empty without him."

"She will," Daemonikai said confidently. Now, it was time to go to his woman.

Rising, he climbed the rock. "Wish me luck, Ottai."

Ottai didn't miss a beat. "I absolutely will. Seeing as you're rather terrible at this whole courting thing."

"Of course I am," Daemonikai threw a glare behind him. "I'm four thousand years out of practice."

The fourth ruler's lips twitched at the corners. "I wish you all the luck in the world." Daemonikai clapped him on the shoulder, then strode down the hill toward Emeriel.

It was time to try again.

Along the way, Grand King Daemonikai gritted his teeth as yet another well-wisher greeted him.

How was he supposed to sneak up on his woman when everyone kept "Your Gracing" him?

He noticed the precise moment his princess became aware of his approach.

two slaves, Emeriel's entire

were in public, and remembering her impeccable manners as Galilea, Daemonikai knew-hoped-she

and offered him the perfect

said warmly, taking her hand and pressing a

through him. He had

magnificence that is your

to spend the rest of the day with

a nervous dart of her head. "It would be unkind of me to monopolize your attention, considering your quite busy

Daemonikai said smoothly. "I assure you,

afflict our kind." He shrugged. "My advisors insist I need more rest, and I can think of no better rest than to spend time with you." Their exchange was attracting attention. Even the human women nearby were

Princess," one of the

another echoed from the

his heightened hearing

She gestured to the array of seedlings. "I must transplant these to the garden behind the fortress. It will take quite a while, and I cannot simply

leave it to us, Princess

it to them," Daemonikai echoed, extending his hand with a

sigh, Emeriel placed her smaller hand

ventured past the crowd, into more secluded areas, the stiffer her shoulders

was mad,

to talk it out. To address the issues that separated

disastrously, and Daemonikai was well aware of

wasn't good at this.

would play dirty. That was his

around. "I do not appreciate

Daemonikai shifted.

along limbs and claws extending, his male form melted away for his

limbs, enjoying the familiar sensation of raw power flowing through his muscles. It had been

tension melting away in an instant. The anger vanished like it was never

her return, he saw her eyes lit up. A genuine, dazzling smile spread across

friend," she raised her hand,

were correct. Emeriel's animosity towards him did

For once,

seen

of