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

Chapter 732:

In the front row of mistresses, another chair remained unoccupied; the seat reserved for his bloodhost.

Daemonikai had heard everything that transpired in his absence after he regained consciousness three days later. Vladya had told him Sinai brought her fate upon herself, but Daemonikai still felt bad about his actions. As usual, he remembered nothing of those hours.

Fortunately, the Mistress was alive, healing under care.

The ceremony moved forward, the solemn cadence of the sacred rites beginning. The priests and high elders took their places, starting the murmured incantations.

The priestess stood over the wide bowl of water set upon the altar, a slender ceremonial blade poised in her hand.

“We give blood to the waning, so the waxing may thrive. Let no shadow devour the whole. Let no darkness steal its soul. Moonrise, moonrise—guard the light until its time.”

She drew the blade across her palm, drops of her blood falling into the waiting bowl.

The grand event hall was as still as a tomb, the sacred rites demanding absolute silence. No one moved, not a breath stirred louder than a whisper of cloth.

a faint disturbance began beyond

scuffle, like the shift of restless feet. But it grew

now. Raised commands. The sharp rings

hall, the assembled clans glanced at each other with confusion. But

gestured to Wegai, who nodded once and signaled

their posts, slipping away quietly to

chaos outside

open with a crash, and standing there, behind the great doors, was the last person Daemonikai

straightened, breaking the

old woman turned, looking behind her as if she expected something to follow. Then, with

barricades in place,

nod. They moved immediately, hauling the iron drawbars

to

middle of the sacred rites for the