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.

the time the handmaiden finished speaking, Daemonikai’s inside was a battlefield. He knew, now, that Sinai had spent far more time

violent confrontation between her and Zaiper’s favored concubine over their sordid entanglement.

there was always something concealed in their words. An undercurrent of secrets and glances exchanged that had meant far more

Emeriel with poison–tipped arrows, she had spent the

taken more gold than any noblewoman would ever need for a brief holiday.

her journey was not a pleasure trip

was Zaiper’s accomplice.

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Chapter 359

Daemonikai roared, thunderous.

appeared instantly.

Storm Riders, Hunting Beasts, and Tracking Sentinels,” 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

“As His Majesty

Two Months Later

kingdom at

movement. Dust clung to his dark cloak, his

inspected, their hooves checked and cleaned before they are stabled. Ensure they

delay, the mounts were collected and led away.

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 troops are razed to the

salutes answered him before the sentinels dispersed, falling into formation as they cleared a path for their grand king. Daemonikai strode through their ranks as he made for the Citadel entrance.

bruises need tending, Daemon,”

him tend

armor, blood seeped from wounds not yet treated, but such things were expected. Especially after riding through a forest overrun with ferals to cut hours off their

Vladya said. “You, on the other hand, your bloodhost is a fugitive on the run and you’ve

Daemonikai scowled. “Enough.”

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 worried about