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.

still active. His mind is

will recognize the symptoms. He'll know what to look for. And Daemonikai will never let it spiral out of control again. Knowing him, he will do everything in his

of the room, his boots crunching

bursts. "As young and insignificant as she seems, she has managed to defy

when I had the chance...! She's the same one who brought Daemonikai back from feral two years ago. Who healed his mind,

would be wise, my lord." 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 focused

supposed to get to 'His Grace' when that tiny little ant thwarts me at every single turn?" Punching the wall beside him, the impact cracked the stone...and his

idea what

his bleeding hand. Then, those fierce gaze

was within arm's reach. His master grabbed him by the neck and crashed

affection, but one

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

bedchambers," he growled with anger. "I want you naked and ready for

obey. This night was not one he looked forward

.......

MISTRESS SINAI

sat in her dark cell, glaring at the distant wall. Hurting

after hearing the events

had been one hundred percent certain

die let everything return to its rightful

of boots reached

the bars expectantly. The

the dim

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