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."

my lord, she can do nothing. Her oath binds her. She cannot act against

that. Of course, he

the bad feeling

woman doesn't need to interfere directly," Zaiper hissed. "She can still speak in riddles,

Razarr raised an eyebrow.

calm at this point was

my lord." The male went ahead to say. "The Oracle does not see everything, despite what the people believe. There is a chance she remains unaware of

the tension. "You are right. Perhaps I am

His head soldier nodded.

in the nearly empty courtyards. The people had cleared quickly-some retreating to their homes, others simply moving

reverence, the Oracle

being who could look through people like

of someone who

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

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

see,

small comfort, but one he

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

carefully as she walked through

looks the same

but with the Oracle, it was different. One

you could tell she

on her wooden staff, her hand trembling faintly as she gripped it, silvery-white hair falling nearly to her

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wore layer upon layer of garments-so many that at first

now that was where the

Urekai possessed one of the most beautiful faces Daemonikai had

Her features were youthful,

were

in her thirties. Her

they were strea I

Eyes that could see

to

at the entrance to formally welcome her. When she drew close, she bowed slightly, her voice scratchy and hoarse

they returned the

added, "It is an honor to see you again after so many centuries," his

question. Then, rasped. "Like time has begun passing once

"May we go inside?" He gestured to the citadel's

inclined her head and began to walk. The rulers fell in step behind her, matching her slow

long and tiring, as Daemonikai