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.

with two slaves,

public, and remembering her impeccable manners

he drew closer, she turned and offered him the

he said warmly, taking her hand and pressing a soft

contact sent a pleasurable jolt through him. He

magnificence that is

wish to spend the rest of the day

would be unkind of me to monopolize your attention, considering your quite busy schedule, Your

"I assure you, my schedule has

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

of the women to Emeriel's left whispered in

Grace," another echoed from the

made his

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 " "We will do it," several slaves volunteered in unison. The rest of the nearby

leave it to

Daemonikai echoed, extending his hand with a

resigned sigh, Emeriel placed her smaller hand

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

she was mad,

talk it

ended disastrously, and Daemonikai was well

this. Not the talking, not

dirty. That was his

angry princess spun around.

Daemonikai shifted.

and claws extending, his male form melted away for his beast

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

in an instant. The anger vanished

eyes lit up. A genuine, dazzling

she raised her hand, palm open,

towards him did

partial that way. For once, fortune was on

had seen

of