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

Chapter 716:

The mage’s roars would last no more than a few hours before his body gave out. Iron collars at his neck, wrists, and ankles rendered his magic useless, as it had for all of them.

Usually, Daemonikai was a ruler of patience. He had no taste for punishing the many in pursuit of the one.

But that was before.

He was desperate, furious at the world and at himself.

He was a male on the verge of yet another madness, and he was running out of time.

The guards pushed the heavy iron gates, and he stepped out, the clang of them shutting echoing behind him.

“Keep me informed of any new developments.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Yaz bowed low.

Still nothing new. No news on the dark mage. No evidence that tied any of it to Zaiper. The Oracle was still away from Urai, handling “loose ends,” as she had put it. All remained stagnant.

was the passage of

boiled. Rage, his new

Daemonikai entered the

clapping in unison, voices raised in praise. His people waved banners, flowers scattering through the breeze

in their ceremonial regalia, every color and crest shining in the afternoon sun. Reaching his seat, Daemonikai turned

of Urai,”

gestured briefly toward himself, “and his Third—” His gaze found Vladya, who gave a firm nod before flashing

before you to announce we are

the crowd was ear-splitting.

for a moment before he raised

and so here it is,” he

dance, and celebrate, knowing your rulers stand fully restored, minds unclouded. Our focus solely upon you, our people. We will carry this kingdom to its next greatness, without the dark thoughts of

became second nature. For a male who

his people. At

our crops grow strong, and the rains come

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