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

Chapter 324

Chapter 324

Females had begun to vanish. Taken during their heat, never to be seen again. What had first seemed an isolated crime had, upon investigation, revealed itself to had been happening for months. Not a single one of the missing had ever returned.

The crisis bothered Daemonikai as he made his way toward the living quarters. Voices reached his ears, filled with lightness, and untroubled. Emeriel and her sister.

Pausing at the threshold, he folded his arms as he observed them.

Emeriel was swaying to the rhythm of music playing only in her mind, while Ackeira reclined in a chair, her fingers working a crochet hook through loops of thread.

"Arms move like this," Emeriel said, lifting her hands in the air and twisting them with a playful flourish. "And the hips-like this." She swayed, her skirt flaring as she spun in a graceful arc.

Ah. She was practicing, or perhaps teaching Aekeira the steps for the upcoming Lantern Festival. Her sister, though silent, watched attentively, never pausing in her work.

"Now, a quick turn left, then a dip. Like this." Emeriel spun, her body flowing gracefully.

Something in Daemonikai eased. Smiling as he watched, the exhaustion of his day, the weight of responsibility, all faded to nothing.

How his life has changed thoroughly, all because of this woman.

Ironic, truly. Daemonikai hated humans. A part of him still did-likely always would. And yet, the brightest color in his world right now was this fearless human woman. His human woman, who painted his life in hues he had never known.

The feral incident should have torn them apart. Shattered whatever fragile thread managed to tether them together. By all logic, she should have fled from him, far from this place. Yet here she was.

Still in his territory. Still leaving traces of her intoxicating scent in every corner of his halls. Twirling in his living room. Smiling, glowing, so fucking radiant, as though she had not endured more horrors and pain in her young life than most would in a thousand years.

A girl who had set his long-dead heart racing. Who now filled the soul he had once thought empty with life.

"Listening is not enough, Keira. You must-" Emeriel's words faltered as her gaze landed on him. "Your Grace!" She gasped, her face coloring with surprise at being caught. "I had no idea you were finished with your work."

Daemonikai straightened, stepping further into the room. Aekeira, flustered as well, rose swiftly and curtsied.

"I have only just finished," he moved to take a seat opposite her. "Now, I await Vladya's return so we may join the others for the run."

"Vlad-I mean, Grand Lord Vladya is returning early?" Interest flickered in Aekeira's voice.

"He is," Daemonikai confirmed. Then, without shifting his gaze from Aekeira, he spoke to Emeriel. "Come here."

deepened the color in Emeriel's cheeks, but she approached him almost

"Sit."

beside him, but he caught her by the waist and pulled her onto

staring down at her lap.

sister's presence that made her so shy, but he relished every

leaned in, pressing his nose to her neck, and breathed more of it in. Holding the

who had suddenly taken a great interest in the paintings along the

prim and proper little princess. Always mindful, always restrained. It was

at him with pleading eyes, he relented,

announcing Vladya's arrival. A moment

entire face lit up

Vladya's hard, stoic features visibly softened. He opened his

and barreling into his

beamed up at him, glowing in a way that was impossible to miss. Daemonikai did not fail to notice the resemblance- the

turned his attention to him, inclining his head in acknowledgment.

remarked dryly, noting the exhaustion on the man's face. "How did the rituals

not know until the next few

gripped Vladya's arm as

as he looked

moment. Everything is spinning." Emeriel's attention focused on her. "You lied. You have not recovered, have you?" "Of course I have," Aekeira drew in a breath, steadying herself. "There, see? I am fine now." Her pinched expression eas into

as Vladya led her closer, Daemonikai caught

And went still."

Emeriel had noticed

her gently, setting her aside, and

eyes fully

I scent her?" Daemonikai

furrowed. "Is everything

am formally requesting permission to

The room tensed.

spine went ramrod straight, the playfulness

hitched nearby. "Daemon?" Emeriel's voice

did he waver. "Shall I proceed, or

silence stretched between

at last. "You

herself deeper into him, trying to