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

Chapter 348

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Forcing that night away from his thoughts, Daemonikai ascended the date, the gathered assembly rising in deferre

His eyes found her, as they always did. And as ever, something in him related art infiene

Princess Emeriel sat among the highbor ladies and mistresses of Urai Beside her was her sider. The car women leaner together, heads touching as they slept with a bowl of nuts rested precarioudly on their laps.

“Look at them.” Daemonikai nudged Vladya with his elbow.

Vladya was already watching them, stopping beside Daemonikai instead of moving around to take his seat,

“It is the best feeling, seeing your female carrying your child. There is nothing like it. Vladys said quietly

“I know.” Daemonikai could sit and watch Emeriel all day, and never tire of it. “It doesn’t help that they look as sweet as spring bloom with their moods swinging from laughter to tears in the blink of an eye.”

Vladya huffed out a laugh. “Ackeira burst into tears yesterday because her broth was too hot. I was helpless what to do. It comes without warning.”

They were aware of the hall watching them–waiting for their rulers to sit before the rest of the gathering took their places. Following the line of their gaze, many in the crowd glanced toward the princesses.

most smiled. The sight of the two women still seated while the others stood, heads pressed together in sleep, was enough

our seats.” Daemonikai forced himself to tear his gaze from Emeriel. He gestured subtly to the crowd before lowering himself onto his throne.

Ottai already seated to his right. In

front row of mistresses, another chair remained unoccupied; the seat reserved

Vladya told him Sinai brought her fate upon herself, but

Mistress was alive,

of the sacred rites beginning. The priests

upon the altar, a slender ceremonial blade poised

give blood to the waning, so the waxing may thrive. Let no shadow devour the whole. Let no darkness steal its soul.

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Chapter 348

moonriseguard the light untie

blade accuse her palm, drops of the blood

demanding at sheme to disease is a frearts red louder than a whisper

faint disturbance began beyond the

it was a murmu. A distant scuffle, like the shift of

Raised commands. The sharp rings of

assembled clans glanced at each other with confation. But none broke

several soldiers. They left their posts,

chaos outside

flew open with a crash, and standing there, behind

He straightened, breaking the