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.

disturbance began beyond the hall’s

was a murmur. A distant scuffle, like the shift of restless feet.

commands. The sharp

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

who nodded

slipping

chaos outside grew

and standing there, behind the great doors,

He straightened, breaking

something to follow. Then, with a wave of her staff, the grand entrance

in place, now!”

but gave a curt nod. They moved immediately, hauling the iron

back to the

are in the middle of the sacred rites for the