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

Chapter 679:

Yet among these, the petitions stood out. The pleas of his people, begging for Sinai’s release.

He had no doubt she had sent word to them, rousing their sympathy, imploring them to speak on her behalf. And they had answered.

Over the past days, the petitions had multiplied, each one urging him to grant her freedom. Soon, he would have to address them—either stand firm or yield to their demands.

Wearied by the long hours, he pushed back his chair and rose, stretching the stiffness from his limbs. The study had begun to feel stifling, and he was in need of air.

He was to run the woods with Vladya and Ottai later in the evening. Zaiper was expected to join them, but of late, the second ruler had been scarce—so much so that Daemonikai rarely saw him at all.

Zaiper, who seldom missed a hunt or gathering, had withdrawn from court, neglecting his duties and avoiding matters concerning his clan. Instead, he was often seen coming and going from Ravenshadow.

Whatever he busied himself with was of little concern to Daemonikai.

mind was occupied with graver matters. Like

heat, never to be seen again. What had first seemed an isolated crime had,

as he made his way toward the living quarters. Voices reached his ears, filled

Emeriel and her sister.

the threshold, he folded

playing only in her mind, while Aekeira reclined in a chair, her fingers working a

hands in the

skirt flaring as she spun

or perhaps teaching Aekeira the steps for the upcoming Lantern Festival. Her sister, though

dip. Like

his day, the weight of responsibility, all faded to

always would. And yet, the brightest color in his world right