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

Chapter 738:

“Yes, he will.” Daemonikai deadpanned.

“Razarr, get up!” Zaiper bellowed even louder as he tried to resist, fingers scraping uselessly at the stone.

“Get up, right now!”

Daemonikai ate up the genuine pain in his voice like a meal, savoring it with great satisfaction.

Zaiper was yanked back to his feet, forced to retreat. Looking back, as his men dragged him away, crying and shouting like a crazed fool.

Daemonikai watched Zaiper as he witnessed Razarr taking his last painful breath. Zaiper’s roars hit the walls repeatedly, so damn painful, so damn fulfilling, as he was dragged into the night.

PRINCESS EMERIEL

“This one…” Emeriel lifted a small vial to her nose, the golden oil inside glowing in the sunlight.

“Sandalwood and amber—perfect for easing tension.”

heavy,” Lady Morina said, selecting another

something that soothes but does not cling

about this?” Aekeira reached for a

Morina noted with a

“I like it.”

She remembered the puffy redness around Morina’s eyes when they had sought her out that morning—eyes that had wept for hours,

imagine the depth of that grief, knowing the male who had killed her only son had not been a human invader

days since the

of gloom and

stood empty. Fields, once alive with labor and song, lay

All of Urai mourned.

bedchamber. He remained behind closed doors, beating himself up for not

had wanted to comfort him. She had wanted to go to him the moment he disappeared behind those doors. But she had given him the space he

Except one day passed.

Then another.

Then the third.

Aekeira was struggling with the same feelings. Lord Vladya had withdrawn into silence,