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

that. Of course, he

yet, the bad feeling in his

directly," Zaiper hissed. "She can still speak in riddles, plant seeds of doubt, leave clues and

Razarr raised an eyebrow.

point was almost

The male went ahead to say. "The Oracle does not see everything, despite what the people

rolling his neck to ease the tension. "You are

His head soldier nodded.

retreating to their homes, others simply moving to avoid being

all their reverence, the Oracle

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

stand in the presence of someone who could peel away every layer you had carefully built to

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

to join the others, a

can see,

comfort, but one he clung

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

Daemonikai observed the Oracle carefully as she walked through the grand entrance

looks the

did not physically age, but with the Oracle, it was different. One

she was as ancient as time

silvery-white hair falling nearly to her knees. Tangled yet somehow dignified, giving Ker an

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layer of garments-so many that at first glance,

but her face... now that was where

most beautiful faces Daemonikai had ever seen

Her features were youthful,

were

than a human woman in her thirties. Her eyes were

were strea I

shimmering gold. Eyes that could see into the

to meet

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

returned

to see you again after so many centuries," his tone formal but

if considering the question.

nodded. "May we go inside?" He gestured

to walk. The rulers

session was long and