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

grand lord launched himself forward, throwing his arms around Daemonikai, hugging him

a good thing I

position, but Ottai clung to him like an octopus. "I only

eased his grip a

Ottai could sit comfortably beside him, still clinging to

for signs of breathing and could barely detect

hair. "I'm sorry, Tee, for putting you through that.

not blaming you, not really," Ottai finally pulled back, giving Daemonikai a stern look.

"Tee-"

over. But I had Morina. We grieved together." Ottai lowered his eyes. "We still do. Having my bondmate made it just a little bit easier to face another

first time Ottai had spoken

made impact. Sinai had heard the

excitement as she slipped

trickle of blood staining

in hell, how did that little human know how to throw an arrow with

underestimated her,"

between rows of plants, scanning

three at once At least one was bound to

her

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to admit she was a bit hot-tempered and maybe just

nothing short of highly Highly, painstakingly

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over two thousand years old, this was far from her first offense. Or her

murder, she always 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,

princess sprawled across the ground, vulnerable