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

Chapter 359

As the guards dragged the sobbing females inside. Daemonikai followed them, his hands clasped behind his back. The guards shoved them through the iron doors, and he entered after them.

He looked to one soldier. “Fetch the spiked whips.” Then another. “Summon the slavemasters, I want scalding oil and ground chili peppers. Now.”

The two handmaidens were pale as bone now. One had already wet herself, the stink of urine reaching his nose. Both fell to their knees, tears streaming down the faces they pressed to the ground.

“Please, have mercy! We beg you, Your Grace!” Nora wept.

“Your Highness, forgive our transgressions!”

“Silence.” Daemonikai crouched before Nora, taking her chin in his hand, lifting her teary, blotched face until their eyes met. Her terror was absolute.

“I will ask you a question,” his voice was soft. “You will answer. You will speak truthfully. You will leave out nothing. If I am displeased by your answer, I will walk away. These males will carry out my command in my absence, and I will return in the morning to ask you again.” He blinked slowly. “And if I am still displeased then, you will be beheaded. Am I clear?”

The female trembled so violently he thought she might faint.

“Y–y–yes! Yes, Your Grace!” she sobbed.

“Tell me everything regarding your mistress’s ties to Grand Lord Zaiper. Any conversations you overheard, any suspicions you might hold.” His gaze bored into hers like a spike through wood. “Tell me if there was anything unusual about her departure–the way she behaved, how she packed, anything that seemed amiss.”

The words tumbled out of Nora so fast, not even diarrhea could catch up. Stumbling. Sobbing. Tripping over her words, but she gave him everything.

Some details were redundant. Some hysterical and unnecessary. But she was thorough. More thorough than he could have hoped.

Daemonikai listened without interrupting. At some point, he waved for a chair and seated himself, crossing his arms as the tale unwound before him.

Evening faded into midnight.

Daemonikai’s inside was a battlefield. He knew, now, that

been a violent confrontation between her and Zaiper’s favored

spoke, there was always something concealed in their words. An undercurrent of

had attacked Emeriel with poison–tipped arrows,

Had taken more gold than any noblewoman would ever need for

rest or recovery; her journey was not a pleasure trip or excursion. She had gone to join her partner in

was

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Chapter 359

Daemonikai roared,

appeared instantly. “Your Grace!”

Daemonikai commanded, rising to his feet. “As of this moment, Laelsainai Gurtazivrk is declared a wanted fugitive of Urai. Search every abode, every cave, every border. Leave no stone unturned and no shadow untouched. Hunt

“As His Majesty

Two Months Later

kingdom at the

in a single, fluid movement. Dust clung to his dark cloak,

are tended,” he ordered curtly to one of the sentinels. “Their tack inspected, their hooves checked and cleaned before they

sentinel gave a sharp nod, and without delay, the mounts were

sentinels who had formed up in disciplined silence. “We ride again at nightfall. Make ready. Sharpen your blades and string your bows.” His voice cold as ice, his tone leaving no room for question. “We do not rest until his

salutes answered him before the sentinels dispersed, falling into formation as they cleared a path for their grand king. Daemonikai

send for Faiwick. Those bruises need tending, Daemon,” Vladya said, falling into step beside

need. Let him tend to you. I’ll manage.”

wounds not yet treated, but such things were expected. Especially after riding through a forest overrun with ferals to

feeding from her and these wounds are on the route to healing.” Vladya said. “You, on the other hand, your bloodhost is a

Daemonikai scowled. “Enough.”

him into a shadowed alcove beyond the watchful eyes of the soldiers. “It’s been two months, Daemon. Two months since your last proper bloodfeeding. Feeders don’t count. Sipping from Emeriel to give her pleasure doesn’t fucking count–not when you won’t truly drink from her because you’re