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

Chapter 239

That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate Chapter 239

Daemonikai had tried not to push him into talking over the years, but seeing all this pain in Ottai's eyes tugged at his heartstrings.

"I have no idea what I would have done if I'd lost Morina too," Ottai shook his head. "The thought alone tears me apart. I can't pretend to understand what you've gone through, but I selfishly wish... I wish you wouldn't leave us." He took a shaky breath, steadying himself.

"Don't leave us, Daemon."

"I won't," Daemonikai vowed, surprising even himself.

It was the first time he had said it aloud, and for once, he truly meant it.

Pushing the shadows of grief aside, he spoke clearly, each word a promise. "Not anymore. I'm here to stay."

"Good, that's good," Ottai said, nodding in relief.

Daemonikai expected to be released then, but instead, he was squeezed tighter.

"Now, suffer through this one last hug."

Daemonikai let out a dramatic, insufferable sigh but didn't resist. "You do realize you're a full-grown male now? No longer that little slip of a lad who followed me everywhere three millennia ago?" Ottai shrugged, unfazed. "Yeah, well, I still need a good hug every now and then."

"No, what you need is to grow up," Daemonikai retorted with amusement.

Ottai had always been the 'baby' of their group. Not only was he the youngest, but Daemonikai and Vladya had been present at his birth.

He had attached himself to Daemonikai's side, following him everywhere as a youngling. It was safe to say Daemonikai had helped raise him.

And some things never changed. Ottai was, and always had been, a notorious cuddle-slut.

Three and a half millennia hadn't lessened that one bit.

With a defeated sigh, Daemonikai relaxed against the cushions, allowing Ottai to cling to him.

you may

Ancient One." Ottai

never admit it. The closeness, the

Before life had

Just like old times.

At long last, Ottai pulled back, straightening his robes and making a half-hearted attempt to tame his mussed hair. A sly, wolfish grin spread across his face. "Thanks, Papa Daemon. I needed that." "You really are still

all the way to Frostfall, clutching his clothes for me to help him put them on." "You know it." Ottai replied with a shrug,

a fond smile tugged at

mind, and his expression shifted slightly. "Have you heard from Vladya?

minute," Ottai was excited. "I'm thrilled he's returning to the fortress. Everything

from outside pulled

window. He peered down, scanning

"Perhaps our people are holding one of their

stone wall with a loud crack. Wegai strode in,

princess," he said, his voice

His

for a second. "she has been

into

rigid, and a high-pitched ringing filled his ears, drowning

broke through, unsteady but pressing

you just say to me?" The grand king's

and he stepped closer. "A patrolling soldier found her collapsed in the southern garden. She's been brought-" "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME!?" Daemonikai roared, in a thunderous shout that echoed

hear more, he took off

OTTAI Three

bouncing on his heels, as Vladya and Aekeira finally made their way through

crowd had gathered to welcome the Third Ruler back, their faces

touch him, their hands brushing against his arms, his shoulders,

where Ottai stood, he

words with the people, welcoming their warmth

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