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.

with

me here… they made sure I

his pride. The locks

“What in Hades…”

his fist against the door, he

No response.

bellowed, irritation

felt louder than it

Claws lengthened, hand grew bigger and he slammed it against

savage, powerful strikes shattered

metal clattered to the floor, and with a single heave, he

It was deserted.

Making his way down the narrow halls, he saw no faces. No

Where are the soldiers?

heart of

him

was rushed and nervous, their gazes darting to the ground

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

relieved to see him. Others

it, a familiar voice

“Your Grace! You’re awake!”

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

with irritation as he resumed walking, heading toward his Emeriel’s chambers. “Were you hoping I wouldn’t

Wegai fell into

her chamber door, knocking

as his eyes swept

here?” he glanced back at Wegai. “Is

“You…

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

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

He

expecting Wegai to crack a smile. Or

head guard’s

the hell are you

believe Grand Lord Vladys would be in a better

cold weight settled in his

deep inside

word, Daemonikai spun on his heel and headed

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