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

Chapter 624:

“Argh!”

Grand Lord Zaiper grabbed his most prized flower vase and hurled it across the banqueting chamber. It shattered into a thousand glittering shards.

Next, he reached for his finest ale gallon and threw it, the heavy vessel smashing against the far wall, amber liquid spilling down. The chamber was already a mess—broken goblets, upturned chairs, and fragments of once-beautiful decorations littering the floor.

Yet the chaos did nothing to quell his anger.

“That conniving little whore!” Lord Zaiper roared, sweeping his arm across the banquet table. Goblets, chalices, and plates clattered to the floor, the noise echoing loudly through the hall.

Razarr swallowed a wince and remained motionless in the corner. He hadn’t seen his master this destructively angry in a while. Lord Zaiper would regret all of this by morning when his fury finally subsided.

“How dare she?” Zaiper spat, turning his burning gray-and-yellow eyes on Razarr, who straightened immediately.

“Is she mad? Deranged?” He raked a hand through his hair.

“She was not supposed to be in court. I saw the guilt in Daemonikai’s eyes—I could have gotten him to admit it if I had pressed harder, declared him unfit to rule. But no! She had to come along and ruin everything!”

Seizing a decorative jar from the table, Zaiper smashed it against the floor.

It was time to intervene.

“Another opportunity will present itself, my lord,” Razarr said cautiously.

“Your spell is still active. His mind is still in ruins. Sooner or later, everyone will see it.”

Zaiper rounded on him.

“This was the perfect opportunity!” he shouted, gesturing wildly.

Now, he will recognize the symptoms. He’ll know what to look for. And Daemonikai will never let it spiral out of control again. Knowing him, he will do everything in his power to ensure he never hurts that

the room, his boots crunching against

Clenching his fists so tightly that his

at every turn. That girl has done a lot of damage to

lord glared at the wreckage

little human when I had the chance…! She’s the same one who brought Daemonikai back from feral two years ago, who healed his mind and then his soul. Maybe I should stop trying to get to him first and focus all my energy

be wise, my lord,” Razarr

take the credit—and the blame—for

spun on

exactly am I supposed to get to ‘His Grace’ when that tiny little ant thwarts me at every single turn?” Punching the wall beside

all my

no idea

flexing his bleeding hand. Then, those fierce eyes found Razarr

“Come here.”

did, stepping until he was within arm’s reach. His master grabbed him

affection, but one of fury.

pulled away, Razarr licked his lips, tasting blood where his teeth had cut.

me in my

want you naked and ready

wordlessly, moving to obey. This night was not one

MISTRESS SINAI

her dark cell, glaring at the distant wall. Hurting beyond words after

let everything return

Rising, she faced the bars expectantly. The soldiers appeared moments later, their stoic faces illuminated by the dim

the First requests your presence,” one

heart leaped

turned the key in the lock, and the gate swung open.

within her. After what felt like forever in this wretched hole, she was finally going