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

put me here… they made sure

The locks were reinforced. The kind only used

“What in Hades…”

against the door, he called out the

No response.

he bellowed,

that followed felt louder than

hand. Claws lengthened, hand

powerful strikes shattered the locks

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

It was deserted.

way down the narrow halls, he saw no

Where are the soldiers?

when he emerged into the heart of

saw him

gazes darting to the ground as they scrambled out of his

to their reverence, their fear.

looked relieved to see

it, a familiar

“Your Grace! You’re awake!”

hurrying toward him. His head

His tone was light but touched with irritation as he resumed walking, heading toward his

Wegai fell

her chamber door,

pinched as his

glanced back at Wegai.

hesitated. “You… don’t

he turned to face Wegai fully. “What

looking surprised and… pained? He lowered his

He must

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

guard’s face remained

are you saying”

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

weight settled in

pooled deep

Daemonikai spun on his heel

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