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."

if she knows, my lord, she can

Of course, he

yet, the bad feeling in his gut

need to interfere directly," Zaiper hissed. "She can still speak in riddles, plant seeds of doubt,

Razarr raised an eyebrow.

calm at this point was

lord." The male went ahead to say. "The Oracle does not see everything,

tension. "You are right.

His head soldier nodded.

retreating to their homes, others simply moving to avoid being caught in

all their reverence, the

A being who could

in the presence of someone who could peel

her way, ensuring she never even glimpsed him. But the bane of being a Grand Ruler meant he had

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

Oracle can see, but she cannot

small comfort, but one

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

as she walked through the

the

but with the Oracle, it was

you could tell she was as

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

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layer of garments-so many that at first

that

of the most beautiful faces Daemonikai had ever seen in his long

Her features were youthful,

were

woman in her thirties. Her eyes

they were strea

of shimmering gold. Eyes that could

to meet her gaze for

formally welcome her. When she drew close, she bowed slightly, her voice scratchy and hoarse as she greeted them. "Great

unison, they returned the bow.

you again after so many centuries," his tone formal but warm. "How

if considering the question.

we go inside?" He gestured

The rulers fell in step behind her,

session was long and tiring, as Daemonikai