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

“Huh?”

High Lord Herodis was still smiling. How could he not? He had not heard that name in so long, he was not even certain he’d heard it correctly now.

“Process it,” the Grand King said mildly, folding his arms across his chest. “I will wait.”

“Process what? I do not understa-”

And then it struck him. He called me Gustazlion. Dragaxlov.

Herodis went pale. “I’m afraid I have no idea what you’re speaking of Your Grace.”

“Oh, you do.” King Daemonikai’s voice was quiet, but implacable. “The Oracle told me of a youngling who buried his heritage beneath another name. Who wore a new life simply to survive.”

Herod’s back went ramrod straight. “I do not go by that name. In fact, I have not been addressed by it in over two millennia. It does not exist to me.”

“Perhaps it’s time it starts meaning something to you again.” The Grand King walked to the nearest couch, lowering himself onto it. Crossing his legs, he added, “The Northern Throne needs its ruler.”

“With all due respect, my Grace, I must decline,” Herod said flatly.

anger in him as he

had faded long ago–lost somewhere a thousand years past, when he had

in the end,

of your life so deep you never once tried to resurrect it. Not even when the Dragaxlov elders died.”

would

ensure it stood on its own merit and all that effort was not wasted. After my mother died, after the long years and harder work, I finally found the courage to return

and finally the High Steward of Harvest. I rose, rank by rank, until I single–handedly became High Lord of Agriculture. I did this without the Dragaxlov name and power, and I

visit. If, in the end, you refuse, I will understand. We will follow the sacred traditions and select another bloodline worthy of the

stood and gave a respectful bow. “Thank you for your visit.”

door when he paused, glancing back over

is one question I have long wished to ask,” he said. “Why did your mother leave the Citadel? Why would a good female like Naila

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the rumors, my mother did not steal the family wealth. Those were lies, begun and spread by our own clan,” Herod stated in a cool voice. “She was pregnant with me when she fled in the middle of the night because her life was in danger. She was poisoned repeatedly, and had she not been skilled with herbs and plants, recognizing the scent

king remained attentive,

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But after that narrow escape, she made the choice and ran

making certain never to be found–it