That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

Chapter 287

GRAND LORD VLADYA

His arms were folded

tightly over his chest as he observed his friend from across the room.

Twenty minutes had passed since Daemonikai entered Vladya's bedchamber and Vladya had told him everything, and in all that time, the grand king had not lifted his head. Remaining seated on the edge of the The thick silence in the room was broken only by the faint crackling of the fire.

"No. I would never do that." Daemonikai whispered at last, his tone low and hoarse. "You just told me a horror story, Vladya. A nightmare. And you know I would never do something like that to my Soulbond. So waiting." His fist curled even tighter, knuckles going white. "Waiting patiently for you to get to the part where you tell me this was just some cruel, sick joke that went too far."

"I wish it were a joke," Vladya said sincerely. "But it's not."

Daemonikai shook his head. Slow at first, then more forceful.

"This cannot be happening. This cannot-" he sprang to his feet, and began pacing the room like a caged beast. "I need to see her, I need to see her. I must see-" "Come," Vladya said softly. "I will take you."

The journey wasn't far. Emeriel was resting at the end of the hallway.

But as they approached the door, Daemonikai came to a sudden stop, several feet away.

Vladya paused, turning back to him..

His friend's face had gone ashen... and

blank. But Vladya didn't need to read his features to know Daemonikai was not alright.

It was in the tautness of his muscles. The faint shaking of his hands. It was in his rooted feet to the floor.

Daemonikai stood like a male who was terrified to take the rest of the steps and see what lay behind those doors.

"I'm thinking

I..." His throat worked while he stared off

"I'm sorry."

Daemonikai's jaw clenched.

steeled

moving again, his eyes anguished, his tone

He stayed by

the center of the large bed, Princess Emeriel lay under a soft blanket, small against the vastness of

forehead, and her eyes were closed, her face pale

hands, visible by her sides, bore deep discoloration, though the swelling

Daemonikai was still.

stepping

the bedding back, exposing more of

have been here constantly these past three days," Vladya said from behind him. "So far, there hasn't been any fatal damage, and her treatments are going well. They said she will heal... with time.' Daemonikai's eyes moved over her slowly.

a lot of..." Vladya shook

edge of

He didn't speak.

He didn't move.

if, by sheer willpower, he could undo

was how minutes

to administer her afternoon medicines, Daemonikai didn't leave her side. Did not move, his eyes never leaving her face as they applied salves and tinctures. Later, Livia arrived with the young slave girl, both of them moving quietly around. They cleaned Emeriel with care, changing

on the

had to leave for court. But as he did, his

old friend,

somber. Filled with

sat stiffly, his thoughts drifting to Emeriel and Daemonikai again and again.

was a pattern he'd fallen into over the past three