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.

opportunity will present itself, my lord," Razarr said cautiously. "Your spell is still active. His mind is still in ruins. Sooner

him! Now, he 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 power to make sure he never hurts that girl-or anyone else

stomped to the other side of the room,

so tightly, his breath coming in sharp, shallow bursts. "As young and insignificant as she seems, she has managed to defy me at every turn. That girl has done a lot

human when I had 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 him first and focus

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

'His Grace' when that tiny little ant thwarts me at every single turn?" Punching the wall beside him, the impact cracked

no idea

hand. Then, those

arm's reach. His master

of affection, but

licked his lips, tasting

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

obey. This night

.......

MISTRESS SINAI

her dark cell, glaring at the distant wall.

the events

had been one hundred percent certain this

couldn't she just die let everything return to its rightful

of boots

faced the bars expectantly. The soldiers appeared moments later, their

by the

requests your presence,"