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

Chapter 646:

“What are you doing here, Your Majesties? You should not have come.”

“Today is the celestial offering from the southern people,” Daemonikai reminded her patiently.

“We are here to observe the rites, as is our duty.”

“I am well aware of that,” she placed the bundle of herbs on the ground before rising.

“But you rarely attend such ceremonies. I assumed you would not trouble yourselves to be here. And you…” Her eyes shifted to Vladya.

“You are not even a Southerner. You rule the Western Clans. What business do you have here?”

“The Oracle’s home is open to all, and the Oracle receives whomever seeks her. The Oracle does not discriminate,” Vladya recited from the sacred book with amusement.

The grumpy old lady huffed, muttering something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like, “That damned book again.”

Daemonikai’s brow furrowed.

“Do you truly not wish us here?” Vladya was bothered too. He could not recall a time when she had hesitated to grant them an audience.

shaking her

I apologize if I have given that impression. But your females are entering their heat cycles. You

words left her lips, she doubled

the ground, her face contorted

Vladya scoffed.

me guess, you’ve just said something you shouldn’t have—wait.” His face changed when

chapters

females? Going

Oracle straightened, wiping the

the princesses have entered the peak of their cycles. Now, more than

as he

help wearing a

There seems to be a misunderstanding. Aekeira

And she has,” the Oracle interrupted

told you to watch for the signs, did I not? Your woman has always been a Syren, compatible with you. Why do you think your connection with her has always run so deep, even in the beginning, when you believed you hated her? Why did you feel those urges whenever you were intimate with her—to unleash on her, to release in the womb? Why

words struck Vladya like a hammer against an

all along, Grand Lord Vladya.”

were long overdue to manifest, the slightest nudge at the place where your soul should be shot her