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 continue

complaining, Ancient One." Ottai

did, though Daemonikai never admit it. The

deaths. Before life had dealt them all a

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 Bratty Little Tee,

you're still the same young lad who used to run away from his nurses, butt naked, from Mabblewood all the way to Frostfall, clutching his clothes for me to help him put them on." "You know it." Ottai replied with a

a fond smile tugged

and his expression shifted slightly.

we expect them any minute," Ottai was excited. "I'm thrilled he's returning to the

outside

He peered down, scanning

our people are

door burst open, slamming against the stone wall with a loud crack. Wegai strode

he said,

sharply. "Emeriel?" His brows knitted together.

Wegai hesitated for a second. "she has

room fell into

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

voice broke through, unsteady but pressing on. "Arrows. Poisoned

me?" The grand

been brought-"

waiting to hear more, he took

OTTAI Three hours

and

to welcome the Third Ruler back, their faces alight with

reached out to touch him, their hands brushing against his arms, his shoulders, even

Ottai stood, he

smiles and words with the people, welcoming their warmth in a way Ottai hadn't

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