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 metal gates

here…

his pride. The locks

“What in Hades…”

the door, he called out the command.

No response.

he bellowed,

that followed felt louder

he shifted his hand. Claws lengthened, hand

powerful strikes shattered

with a single heave,

It was deserted.

his way down the narrow halls,

Where are the soldiers?

he emerged into the heart of

him and

rushed and nervous, their gazes darting to the ground as

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

looked relieved to see him. Others looked

dwell on it, a familiar voice

“Your Grace! You’re awake!”

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

irritation as he resumed

fell

stopped before her chamber door, knocking once

as his eyes

not here?” he glanced back at Wegai. “Is she in the

“You…

Closing the door, he turned to face Wegai fully. “What happened? I can’t recall

lowered his eyes.

stared. He

Wegai to crack a smile. Or

hell are you saying”

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

settled in his

pooled deep inside

another word, Daemonikai spun on his heel and

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