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.

locked, but barred with the thick

here…

his pride. The locks were reinforced. The kind only used for

“What in Hades…”

his fist against the door, he called out the command.

No response.

he bellowed, irritation

felt louder

lengthened, hand grew bigger and he slammed it against

powerful strikes shattered the locks

to the floor, and with a single heave, he threw the

It was deserted.

down the narrow halls, he saw no faces. No patrols, no servants,

Where are the soldiers?

heart of Frostfall, did he finally catch

saw him

greetings was rushed and nervous, their gazes darting to

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

people looked relieved to see

he could dwell on it, a familiar voice broke

“Your Grace! You’re awake!”

he saw Wegai hurrying toward him. His head guard’s

light but touched with irritation as he resumed walking, heading toward his Emeriel’s chambers. “Were you hoping I

Your Majesty,” Wegai fell into

before her chamber door, knocking

as his eyes swept

he glanced back at Wegai. “Is

hesitated. “You… don’t

fully. “What happened? I

lowered his eyes. “That was three

He must

expecting Wegai to crack a smile. Or apologize for

head guard’s face

hell are

head low. “I believe Grand Lord Vladys would be

cold weight settled

pooled deep inside

word, Daemonikai spun on his heel and headed to

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