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

Chapter 470:

“Elder?” she echoed, surprised. “I thought every kingdom chose heirs by birth order. How did Zaiper become Grand Lord if he had an elder brother?”

“Kristof was never interested in the throne,” a hint of a smile crossed King Daemonikai’s face again. “Even as younglings, it never appealed to him. His dream was to be a high-ranking soldier—the best. And that was what he became. He was different from the rest of the Dragaxlovs.”

Emeriel saw the fondness in his voice. “You sound close.”

“We were, once.” His voice softened with nostalgia. “We fought side-by-side in countless battles. He was the general commander of all our clan’s armies.”

“Wow,” Emeriel breathed, impressed.

The grand king nodded. “Kristof was a force to be reckoned with. It’s a shame he never wanted the throne. He could have made a strong ruler. But his loyalty was to the battlefield, not the court. Because of his stance on ruling, the throne passed to the second son, Zaiper.” His quill paused, and a shadow fell over his eyes. “Kristof fought beside me on that night, knowing the danger of using strength without the Chalice. He helped many of our people escape, even when his own strength began to drain. He fought with everything he had. Kristof was found dead in an alley near Greyrock…” His voice faltered for a moment. “Whether he dropped dead from exhaustion or was slain by humans, no one knows.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Emeriel said softly. “He sounds like he was a remarkable man.”

that’s why I can’t judge Zaiper too harshly,” King Daemonikai resumed writing, his quill scratching against the parchment. “He lost someone too, and everyone grieves in

for hours like Ottai does. No one knows. But he did hold it together. He may be a lousy ruler, but he

you love

way,

He and Kristof were close.” His eyes rose, meeting hers. “I was supposed to be the strongest, yet I was the one

seeing that flicker of shame in

for how you grieve your loved ones, Your Grace,” she stated firmly. “You said it yourself just now… everyone grieves differently. When it comes to grief,

stopped writing again, and something

under that stare. It made her feel

her gaze

A moment passed. Tensed.

work on the others. What right do I have