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

Chapter 300

Chapter

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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.

straightened herself hastily, smoothing her gown before dipping into a deep

after everything she'd heard the rumors of his failing mind, of sickness and instability—but what stood before her now was

in a finely tailored black robe, he exuded

Your Grace,"

been a long day," his response

the ledge, arms crossed

uncomfortably. She had waited months to see him, yet now, standing before him, she

and direct. "I

Moving close, her voice wobbled. "I was rotting in that hellhole-forgotten. Neither a check-in, nor single visit

if you had kept your hands clean." His voice was ice. "How

wasn't my intention to hurt

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

He was truly angry.

working? There

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in that freezing, rotten cell. You took away my freedom! My blood overloads me because my master won't drink from me! Don't you think I've suffered

asked flatly. "Do you feel sorry?

nodded frantically.

here," he spoke again, indifferent. "Today, I feed. And

Sinai's blood ran cold.

at him. "S-surely you don't

do that

crime." He stated bluntly. "Fifty lashes with a hot spiked whip. Three days without food or water. Public humiliation and degradation. Ten years in the

flew to her mouth, staggering back a step. “You were

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