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

Chapter 341

Chapter 341

Four months later.

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

Screams echoed all around him. The dungeon reeked of old blood and scorched flesh.

“I shall ask again,” Vladya snarled, dipping a branding iron into the bed of hot coals until it gleamed red with heat. “What can you tell me about the dark mage who dared to tamper with the mind of Urekai’s ultimate ruler?”

The iron hissed as he raised it, reflecting a glow in the wide, terror–stricken eyes of the male shackled before him.

The prisoner shook his head hard. “I don’t know! I swear it! I don’t know anything!”

“Wrong answer. Vladya pressed the iron to the mage’s bare chest.

The sizzle of burning flesh came as the prisoner’s screams pierced the air.

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Grand King Daemonikai turned away, striding for the dungeon’s arched entrance, leaving Vladya to his work. They’d swept through the city and rounded up every mage in Urai, and it was the same useless answer for over a month now,

Fifty mages they had taken, but only three had been dark mages. All held in dungeons where no light touched and no sound escaped, tortured day and night. Yet, none gave him the answers he needed.

His eyes drifted to one of the cells as he passed. A mage strung upside down, a ruin of welts and open wounds on his body. Blood dripped from his back as the whip cracked against him again. The mage’s roars would last no more than another few hours before his body gave out. Iron collars at his neck, wrists, and ankles rendered his magic useless, as it had for all of them.

Usually, Daemonikai was a ruler of patience. He had no taste for punishing the many in pursuit of the one, but that was before.

He was desperate, furious at the world and himself. He was a male on the verge of yet another madness, and he was running out of time.

The guards pushed the heavy iron gates, and he stepped out, the gates clanging shut behind him. “Keep me informed of any new developments.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Yaz bowed low.

it to Zaiper. The Oracle was still away from Urai, handling loose ends,

different was the passage of

Rage, his new companion walked alongside

as Daemonikai

praise. His people waved banners, flowers scattering through the breeze as he made his way to

arrayed in their ceremonial regalia, every color and crest shining in the afternoon sun. Reaching his seat, Daemonikai turned to

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he gestured briefly toward himself. “And his Third-” His gaze found Vladya, who gave a firm nod before flashing a brief smile to the crowd. “-proudly stand before you to announce we are free of

car–splitting. Shouts of victory. Fists raised

them revel in it for a moment before he raised his hand

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day, and so here it is,” he said smoothly. “Drink, dance, and celebrate, knowing your rulers stand fully restored, minds unclouded. Our focus solely upon you, our people. We

practiced them until they became second nature. For a male who had

at deceiving his people. At

come of their own accord.” He lifted his ceremonial goblet

crowned with garlands threw petals, showering the arena in

scents.

his goblet. “The Third Ruler and I would like to welcome our females, the very reason we stand here

and both princesses entered the arena.

toward the dais. At five months pregnant, both glowed with that peculiar light often seen in expectant females. From afar, they might have passed for twins. Dressed in identical gowns, differing only in color, nearly the same height,

reached the dais, Emeriel walked

in his head. It would be so easy to reach inside

then forced himself to ease his grip. She smiled up at him, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

sadness she thought she hid so well was right

asked gently. “Does

I took the potions, so it

He took her hand, guiding her to the seat beside him, Vladya doing the same