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

Chapter 238

That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate Chapter 238

GRAND KIND DAEMONIKAI "You're saying his wife was found dead in the dungeon?" King Daemonikai's lips pressed into a frown as he strode through the corridors, Ottai and Wegai trailing behind him. "Yes, Your Grace," Lord Ottai confirmed with a heavy sigh. "No obvious cause of death, either.

They were slaves; it could easily be attributed to overexertion."

"Overexertion didn't kill her before her husband's attempt on my life, only after, hmm,"

Daemonikai entered his private residence and settled into one of the high-backed chairs in the living room. "And what about the others?"

Ottai took the seat beside him. "Sadly, nothing concrete."

"Well, I'm recovered now." Daemonikai shrugged off his outer robe, folding the heavy fabric beside him. "If someone else is responsible, I hope they're reckless enough to try again soon. This time, they will not be so lucky."

"It's time to put an end to the crimes happening here in Ravenshadow. In the past, no one would dare bring a crime close to this fortress."

"They know our defenses were weak. I was sick, Vladya was away, you were too busy taking care of me, and Zaiper was too busy being a tyrant." Daemonikai leaned back into his seat, his fingers tapping against the armrest. "Not anymore. Not a single crime will go uncaught...unpunished. I will make sure of that."

"How are those?" Ottai gestured across his exposed forearms, drawing Daemonikai's attention to the trails of blackened blood. "I actually think they're healing," Ottai leaned closer to inspect them. "They're not as dark as they used to be."

"No, they're not," Daemonikai agreed. He truly was healing. "Who would have thought I could recover from this as well?"

"I never doubted it," he said, leaning back with a sigh of relief. "I told myself, if you could come through feral, you could beat the damned soul death."

Daemonikai looked at him, his eyes softened. "Thank you for everything you did for me, Ottai. I wouldn't be here if it were not for you."

"No need to thank me, Your Grace. I'm just...relieved to see you back." Ottai's voice wavered slightly. "You have no idea how worried I was..."

His voice broke, and he glanced away, clearing his throat. "I was terrified."

Daemonikai recognized the telltale signs. "You are about to cry all over me, aren't you?"

a laugh. "You

forward, throwing his arms around

thing I was

clung to him like an octopus. "I only

eased his grip a

Daemonikai chuckled, shifting so Ottai could sit comfortably beside him, still

Daemonikai's shoulder. "Every time I checked for signs of breathing and could barely detect it, it killed me

hair. "I'm sorry, Tee,

back, giving Daemonikai a stern look. "But don't ever do that again. Don't even think

"Tee-"

my life was over. But I had Morina. We grieved together." Ottai lowered his eyes. "We still

the first time Ottai had spoken about Uriel

impact. Sinai

bow and arrows securely away, she was almost giddy with excitement as she slipped through the dark garden, searching

could feel the trickle of blood staining

that little human know how to throw an arrow with such

underestimated

prowled between rows of plants,

"Good thing I shot three at once At least one

her

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was a bit hot-tempered and maybe just a little impulsive,

to committing crimes, she was nothing short

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years old, this was far from her

made sure to leave no trace. No link whatsoever back to her. But as time dragged on and Sinai failed to locate Emeriel's body, her initial thrill

the human princess sprawled across the ground, vulnerable and