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

Chapter 286

Chapter 286

PART 4 (Final Part of this series)

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAL

He opened his eyes reluctantly to the bright rays of the morning sun. The warmth of light on his face clashed with the cold, hard ground beneath him.

He frowned. This isn’t my chamber.

Sitting up slowly, his gaze swept the dim, familiar space around him.

The dark walls and its small window near the corner allow slivers of light to filter through.

The Forbidden Chambers? His frown deepened. Why the hell am I in the Forbidden Chambers?

And… why am I still wearing my training clothes?

Rising unsteadily to his feet, he palmed his head, bracing himself for his unwelcome companion of late–the hammering headache.

But he got… nothing.

No headache. No pain.

Huh.

Unease crawled along his skin as he surveyed the space again.

He remembered being on the training fields all day. Teaching the young recruits archery, pushing them harder than usual because he was eager to finish and return to his Beloved. But after that…

Nothing.

Stopping, his brows drawn further together, he tried to piece together the broken memories. He could recall the sun setting as he wrapped up training. The anticipation in his chest as he imagined Emeriel’s face lighting up at seeing him. But beyond that?

Blank.

Not even a shred of memory.

“How does someone lose a whole evening?” he muttered to himself, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He huffed a dry laugh. “If this isn’t old age, I don’t know what is.”

Making his way to the door, he pushed against it…only to meet resistance.

His confusion deepened as he rattled the handle, realizing the door was locked.

but barred with the

just put me here… they

The locks were

“What in Hades…”

the door, he called out the command.

No response.

he bellowed,

followed felt louder

Claws lengthened, hand

of savage, powerful strikes shattered the locks one after the

single heave, he threw the

It was deserted.

his way down the narrow halls, he

Where are the soldiers?

when he emerged into the heart of Frostfall,

saw him and

and nervous, their gazes darting to the

there—he was accustomed to their reverence, their fear.

relieved to see him. Others looked

dwell on it, a familiar

“Your Grace! You’re awake!”

Wegai hurrying toward him. His head guard’s face was unusually flushed,

His tone was light but touched with irritation as he resumed walking, heading toward his Emeriel’s chambers. “Were you hoping I wouldn’t

Your Majesty,” Wegai fell into

stopped before her chamber door, knocking once before

pinched as his eyes swept the empty

not here?” he glanced back at Wegai.

hesitated. “You…

he turned to face Wegai fully. “What happened? I can’t recall much of yesterday—just training the

and… pained? He lowered his eyes. “That was three days ago, Your

stared. He must have

waited, expecting Wegai to crack a smile. Or apologize for his poorly timed

the head guard’s face

the hell are you saying”

low. “I believe Grand Lord Vladys would be in a better position to explain,

cold weight settled

pooled deep inside

another word, Daemonikai spun on his heel and

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