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

Chapter 393

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“Please stop saying these things to him,” Lord Vladya groaned. “He’s smiling like a thief who just got promoted to head guard. He might forget why we’re here.”

Daemonikai smacked him upside the head. “Shut it.” But he was still grinning ear to ear.

The healer hid her smile behind a cough. So, the rumors were true. The quickest way to find favor with the Grand King… was to speak kindly of his queen. Or better yet–earn her favor directly.

It warmed her to see them this way. Whole. Strong. Hearty. Happy.

“Now, let’s return to the original matter. What can you do for us, old healer?” King Daemonikai asked.

“I’ll begin work immediately on the herbs. I’m certain something like it exists. Our people have simply never had reason to search for it. I’ll start gathering ingredients, reviewing ancestral scrolls, and see what I can develop. With luck, I’ll have good news for you soon.”

“That’s excellent,” Daemonikai said, nodding with satisfaction.

The healer turned to Lord Vladya. “And you, Second Ruler–I hear tales of the House of Stitches through every quarter of the kingdom. The Grand Lady’s designs are inspiring awe. No one has forgotten the costume festival with the werewolves. It’s still talked about in every species.”

Now Lord Vladya was the one beaming, his chest swelling with pride. He scratched his head, bashful.

The grand king rolled his eyes. “Look at that face. Now, who’s forgetting why we are here?”

They all laughed.

After dinner, as the servants cleared away the dishes, the energy in the grand dining hall shifted–as it always did. The large, lively family rose, and as usual, scattered like autumn leaves in the wind.

“I’m off to the training grounds. Alek is waiting,” Scar declared, already halfway to the door.

“Mal and I will be in the library, if you need us, Father,” said Viozzidray. Both brothers leaned in to kiss their mother’s cheek before offering Daemonikai a respectful bow and vanishing through the corridor.

“Faval and I are going to see Grand Lord Herodis,” Hasydan, his fifth, added.

“Wait.” Daemonikai narrowed his eyes. “You two are still pestering him, aren’t you?” He folded his arms. “I understand your interest in agriculture, but you’re a handful. The male just had a newborn with his mate, don’t overwhelm him.”

it,” Hasydan

son echoed the motion. “We did

tone sweet, her stare

Mother,” they

them,” said a dry voice from across the table–Heraxiola smiled. “Lord Herodis is too kind to them. They practically follow

own business, Princess Hera!”

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your butt once I get up from here,” she deadpanned.

Heraxiola,” Emeriel warned, dabbing at her mouth with her napkin.

“Sorry, Mother.”

me first,” Faval tossed over his shoulder as his brother

really needs to put up boundaries with those two.

should see how they

Daemonikai said, though he was clearly

replied primly. “Besides, if they

of

night,” he declared. “I’m retiring early.”

that could soften stone. “What about what we discussed? You promised to help me

teasing wag of

Papa. Love

melted. “I love you too, dearest.”

Heraxiola gave him a narrowed stare. “You’re retiring with

as she rose,

said, cheeks faintly colored but her smile radiant. She slipped from his grasp and walked around the table, kissing each of their children left

he loved

no matter how bratty, chaotic, or rebellious their children could be on any given day, they never joked with her feelings, disrespected her, or failed to return her affection. All of them loved her

Daemonikai, that was everything.

….

unhurried lovemaking, Daemonikai lay with Emeriel tucked into the crook of his arm, fingers

into the… um, the conceive control herbs?” she

I did,” he palmed her breast lazily, content just to feel her softness. “Told you I would. The old healer’s