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, Emeriel's entire body went

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

and offered him the perfect princess greeting, complete with a graceful

he said warmly, taking her hand

pleasurable jolt through him. He had to force himself to

what do I owe the magnificence that is

rest

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

smile, Daemonikai said smoothly. "I assure you, my schedule has

recovering from one of the deadliest illnesses ever to 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

him, Princess," one of the women to Emeriel's

Grace," another echoed from the right. "You know you want

like this made his heightened

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

to

to them," Daemonikai echoed,

resigned sigh, Emeriel placed her smaller hand in his, allowing him to lead

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

she was mad,

action would probably be to talk

last attempt had ended disastrously, and

wasn't good at this. Not the talking, not

play dirty. That was his

spun around. "I do not appreciate

Daemonikai shifted.

his male form melted away for his

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

an instant. The anger vanished like it

saw her eyes lit up. A genuine, dazzling smile

she raised her hand,

towards him did not

For once, fortune was on

seen the

of