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

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GRAND LORD ZAIPER

Grand Lord Zaiper was trying hard not to freak out.

Trying being the operative word.

While the rest of the people had scattered, their voices a low hum of joy and dread, Zaiper had slipped away to the back of the fortress building. The cool air bit at his skin, but it did little to cool the racing of his heart.

The one person who could see his atrocities-every dark deed, every hidden sin —like a play acted out on stage was awake.

"Fuck," he said under his breath.

His hands trembled.

He curled them into fists.

"Highness Zaiper, are you alright?"

Zaiper flinched at the sudden voice behind him. Without turning, he recognized it

to be High Lord Jakal, the ever-concerned Minister of Military Affairs.

Why not just mind your own business, Jakal? But he swallowed the retort, forcing a calm he did not feel. He gave a stiff nod.

The silent dismissal worked, and Jakal's footsteps echoed as he departed.

Zaiper breathed out shakily.

"My lord," came a familiar voice behind him. It was Razarr. "The Grand King requests your assistance in calming the commotion."

Zaiper waved a hand in dismissal. "Find someone else. I have no time for crowd control."

Razarr did not move. "Are you worried about the Oracle?"

Zaiper's teeth grinded audibly. "Why did she have to wake now? She should have waited a few hundred years more, damn her!" His fist struck the wall.

The impact reverberated up his arm, and he welcomed the pain.

"You have always known this day would come, my lord," Razarr said, his tone even, calm. "She was bound to wake eventually."

Zaiper spun around to face him. "Yes, but she was supposed to wake after I had achieved my goals. When Daemonikai was already dead, and I sat on the Grand Throne. By then, she would have been powerless to interfere. Now..." He clenched his fists again, shaking his head. "This timing could not be worse."

"Even if she knows, my lord, she can do nothing. Her oath binds her.

knew that. Of course, he

feeling in his

hissed. "She can still speak in riddles, plant seeds of doubt, leave clues and hints. The world is far simpler when

Razarr raised an eyebrow.

this point was almost

see everything, despite what the people

straightened, rolling his neck to ease the tension. "You are right. Perhaps I am overthinking

His head soldier nodded.

retreating to their homes, others simply moving to avoid being caught in the Oracle's presence. He could understand

reverence, the Oracle terrified

being who could look through people like glass, exposing their deepest, darkest secrets for all to

their right mind, would willingly stand in the presence of someone who could peel away every layer you

would have been one of those people hiightailing it out of her way, ensuring she never even glimpsed him. But the bane of being

turned to join the others, a faint relief settled in him. Razarr

see, but she

comfort, but one

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

Daemonikai observed the Oracle carefully as she walked through the grand

looks the same as

not physically age, but with the Oracle,

you could tell she was as ancient as time

wooden staff, her hand trembling faintly as she gripped it, silvery-white hair falling nearly to her knees. Tangled yet somehow dignified, giving Ker

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upon layer of garments-so many that

but her face... now that was where the trick

possessed one of the most beautiful faces Daemonikai had ever

Her features were youthful,

were

than a human woman in her thirties. Her eyes were unlike any other. Black as

void, they were strea

Eyes

to meet her gaze

welcome her. When she drew close, she bowed slightly, her voice scratchy

they returned

so many centuries," his tone formal but warm. "How does it feel to be

considering the question. Then, rasped. "Like time

inside?" He

head and began to walk. The rulers fell in

was long and tiring, as Daemonikai had