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

Chapter 747:

“Nora.”

“Mistress.”

“Listen closely. If anyone comes asking about me, or demands to know where I am, you will tell them I went on a trip to relieve stress. Never, under any circumstances, reveal how much I packed for this journey or how desperate I was to leave. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress! I understand.”

“We’ve been here three days, Your Highness. The Grand King’s elites are out looking for us—we’re being hunted like dogs. We cannot afford to stay in one place this long.”

Kady’s voice came from the door.

“Close the door from the other side, Kady,” Zaiper growled. Silence.

He heard no footsteps. No shift of weight on the stones.

“Get out.”

The faint scrape of boots. Then the low groan of the hinges

familiar darkness greeting him. The small chamber was lightless again, just

his

was the last thing he wanted to

he

most wanted fugitive in all of Urai. He could pretend he wasn’t skulking through caves and abandoned hovels like a lowlife thug, waiting for the cover of night to keep moving to his most fortified hideout. Perhaps, in

hallucination. A delusion conjured by exhaustion to toy with his cold heart, degrading him to be like all those weakling males who felt emotions for others. Zaiper laughed when villages burned, smiled as younglings died. Found humor in the shrieks of pregnant females as they bled out in childbirth. He was not one to feel these things. So

light finally came, Razarr would be there, silent and stoic in a corner, waiting

content

He could not be.

all the blasted hells, is this filthy, makeshift pillow

Herodis’s mood significantly improved when he received word that Princess

pushed the door open with a smile on his face, a large, commanding figure leaned against his desk, shrinking the room