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

That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate

Chapter 299

"Argh!"

Grand Lord Zaiper grabbed his most prized flower vase, hurling it across the banqueting chamber. It shattered into a thousand glittering shards.

He reached for his finest ale gallon next and hurled it, the heavy vessel smashing against the far wall, amber liquid flowing down.

The chamber was already a mess. Broken goblets, upturned chairs, and fragments of once-beautiful decorations littering the floor.

And yet the chaos did nothing to sate his master's anger.

"That conniving little whore!" Lord Zaiper roared, sweeping his arm across the banquet table.

Goblets, charlices, and plates clattered to the floor, the noise loud echoing through the hall.

Razarr swallowed a wince, remaining motionless in the corner. He hadn't seen his master this destructively angry in a while. Lord Zaiper would regret all of this come morning when his fury finally subsided.

"How dare she?" Zaiper spat, turning his burning gray-and-yellow eyes on Razarr, who straightened immediately. "Is she mad? Deranged?"

He raked a hand through his hair. "She was not supposed to be in court. I saw the guilt in Daemonikai's eyes-I could have gotten him to admit it if I had pressed harder. Declared him unfit to rule. But no! She had to come along and ruin everything!"

Seizing a decorative jara from the table, Zaiper smashed it against the floor.

It was time to intervene.

my lord," Razarr said cautiously. "Your spell is still active. His mind

know what to look for. And

the room, his boots crunching against shattered

tightly, his breath coming in sharp, shallow bursts. "As young and insignificant as she seems,

the chance...! She's the same one who brought Daemonikai back from feral two years ago. Who healed his mind, and then, his soul. Maybe I should stop trying to get to

Razarr reminded him in a careful tone. "Any direct attack on the girl could draw suspicion. Let Mistress Sinai take the credit-and the blame for dealing with her. You should stay

single turn?" Punching the wall beside him, the impact cracked the stone...and his

had no idea

flexing his bleeding hand. Then, those fierce gaze found Razarr once more.

until he was within arm's reach. His master grabbed him by

a kiss of affection, but

licked his lips, tasting blood where his teeth had cut. The lord cupped

growled with

This night was not one

.......

MISTRESS SINAI

her dark cell,

the events of the

had been one hundred percent certain this

just die let everything return to

sound of boots reached

expectantly. The

by the

requests your presence," One