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

That did it. Vladya relaxed, rolling his eyes. “I’m trying to be mature, and you’re ruining it.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” Daemonikai said simply. “Truth is, that night I wanted to deck you. And I probably would have, if I’d woken up this morning the same male I was when I walked into Frostfall two nights ago, but I’m not. What you said… it was the push I needed. And I’m grateful for that.”

Vladya’s eyes lit. “So, the bond is really back? You can feel it?”

“I can.” Daemonikai smiled, placing a hand to his chest. “Right here.”

“You left it open? You’re not shielding?” Vladya chuckle

“That’s not very responsible of you, Grand King Daemonikai.”

Hearing his own past reprimands thrown back at him wasn’t the most enjoyable experience–but Daemonikai owned it with a grunt. “Give me a damn break. I haven’t felt this bond in ages.”

Tradition dictated a Urekai never left their bond open outside of private quarters–whether with a partner or bloodhost. In public, shielding was required. Leaving it open meant exposure, feeling your bonded’s emotions in real–time could easily distract from court matters and other daily obligations.

“You’ll have to shield once we step into court,” Vladya reminded.

“I know. It’s only still open because Emeriel’s sleeping.”

“I understand,” Vladya waved off. “I was just messing with you.” Then he grew serious. “Congratulations, Daemon. I know how much this meant to you.”

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also get to feel your bond

matter of time

of time, Vladya echoed, though quieter. “We just have to pray the Oracle survives. The ritual can

life. Bringing Zaiper’s sins to light had shattered seventy bones in her body.

to give up.

healers, the best shamans across Urai and beyond. For two months, they had tried every method: treatments, blood rituals, and enchantments. But still, her self–healing abilities had not activated. Without that, her

week ago, one of the elder shamans had formally requested permission to perform the Happy Repose ceremony–a ritual meant to ease

had denied it.

would not surrender her to death. Not yet,

was in the gardens when she saw her.

watering can the moment Emeriel stepped through the archway. “Em? I’ve been waiting for you! I needed to

walked straight into her arms, pulling her into a tight hug, as close as their

sister’s neck, “I’m

arms circled her instantly. “Oh, honey…”