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.

barred with

didn’t just put me here… they made

his pride. The locks were reinforced. The kind only

“What in Hades…”

fist against the door, he called out the command.

No response.

he bellowed, irritation

silence that followed felt louder than it

lengthened, hand grew bigger and he

of savage, powerful strikes shattered the locks one

a single heave, he threw the gates open and stepped out into

It was deserted.

down the narrow halls,

Where are the soldiers?

heart of Frostfall, did he

him

rushed and nervous, their gazes darting to the ground as they scrambled out of

was accustomed to their

of his people looked relieved to

he could dwell on it, a familiar voice

“Your Grace! You’re awake!”

Wegai hurrying toward him. His head guard’s

but touched with irritation as he resumed walking, heading toward his Emeriel’s chambers.

Wegai fell into step

chamber door,

brow pinched as his eyes swept the empty

at Wegai. “Is

“You…

what?” Closing the door, he turned to face Wegai fully. “What

lowered his eyes.

He must

crack a smile. Or apologize for his poorly timed

guard’s face

are you

Lord Vladys would be in a better position to explain, my

cold weight settled

pooled deep

spun on his heel and headed

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