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

Chapter 300

Chapter

300

Fruits were brought in on polished trays-juicy grapes, ripe figs, slices of sweet melon—and Sinai munched on them with unabashed pleasure.

When it was over, she stood before the tall mirror, her reflection finally resembling the female she used to be. Her gown was a masterpiece, woven from the finest silks and subtle jewels that caught the light. Her hair styled to perfection, cascading down her back in sophisticated waves.

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes. I have missed this.

After today, not only will she be free again, but she will take back what was hers.

The soldiers returned.

"The Grand King is still in the hunting grounds with the noble lords of court," one informed her. "You are instructed to wait here for his return. You are not to leave this chamber."

Sinai didn't mind. Reclining on the plush cushions of the bed, she made herself comfortable as she waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Sunset turned to dusk. The golden light streaming through the windows faded, replaced by shadows and the flicker of candlelight. Sinai's eyelids grow heavy. Eventually, she succumbed to sleep.

"Hail to His Majesty the First! The mighty and supreme sovereign ruler of Urai, His Grace, Grand King Daemonikai."

Sinai jolted awake.

A second later, the door burst open, and he walked in.

hastily, smoothing her gown

expected after everything she'd heard the rumors of his failing mind, of sickness and instability—but what

Tall, regal, and imposing. Dressed in a finely tailored black robe, he exuded that power and dominance she had always adored and

Your Grace," Sinai

has been a long day," his response was

the ledge,

see him, yet now, standing

was sharp and direct. "I am here to

much," Moving close, her voice wobbled. "I was rotting in that hellhole-forgotten.

would not be in that hellhole if you had kept your hands clean." His voice was ice. "How could you even think to attempt the murder of my

intention to hurt you, Your Grace.

Emeriel," he snapped. Turning his head slightly, those eyes like molten steel met her. "Her identity is Emeriel Galilea Evenstone. A Syren. My destined mate. Attacking her for any

He was truly angry.

tears not working? There was no

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in that freezing, rotten cell. You took away my freedom! My blood overloads me

you feel sorry? Do

nodded frantically.

not why I'm here," he spoke again, indifferent. "Today, I feed. And after that, you return to

Sinai's blood ran cold.

she stared at him. "S-surely you don't mean that." Hard

seeped into her soul. "You c-can't do that to me again, I'm your

with a hot spiked

“You were going to make

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