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.

him as he said it. No pain, no bitterness.

when he had stopped caring about his ancestors‘ crimes

in the end, heal

life so deep you never once tried to resurrect it. Not

did it cross my mind,” Herod answered truthfully. “Were it not for the Oracle, it would have remained a faded past:

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 to the heart of Urai. I built a

agriculturist, and finally the High Steward of Harvest. I

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

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

door when he paused, glancing back over

would a good female like Naila abandon her bondmate–who fought on the frontlines for the good of

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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 of those poisons in her food, she

king remained

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mistakenly ate one of those poisons that had no scent,” Herod’s voice was quieter. “Only realizing it only after the first swallow, she was quick in finding an antidote. But after that narrow escape, she made the

that to happen. At first, it only went dormant, but through grief–and the way she fled, making certain never to be found–it eventually broke.” Sadness was clear in his voice. “I suppose my father must have been heartbroken. Felt betrayed.