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.”

We didn’t push it,” Hasydan said quickly, raising his hand in surrender. “Did we, Faval?”

sixth son echoed the motion. “We did not.”

Emeriel asked, her tone sweet, her stare anything but.

they

“Lord Herodis is too

Princess Hera!”

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your butt once I get up

mouth with her napkin. The barest smile stayed on her

“Sorry, Mother.”

catch me first,” Faval tossed over his

put up

see how they act around her. Such perfect gentlemen.

brothers, Siesca,” Daemonikai said, though he

not here,” she replied primly. “Besides, if they try

grinned. Yes, his firstborn was notoriously protective of his sisters, and they

one night,” he

that

he said with a teasing wag of his finger. “And tomorrow it is.”

Papa. Love

melted. “I love you

me guess,” Heraxiola gave him a narrowed stare. “You’re retiring with

as she rose, wrapping a possessive arm around her waist. “See you all in

the table, kissing each of their children left on the cheek, one by one. It had become a nightly ritual—and

what he loved even

never joked with her feelings, disrespected her, or failed to return

that

….

his arm, fingers

um, the conceive control herbs?” she asked, voice

content just to feel her softness. “Told you I would. The