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

Chapter 748:

High Lord Herodis was still smiling. How could he not? He had not heard that name in so long, he wasn’t even certain he had heard it correctly now.

“Process it,” the Grand King said mildly, folding his arms across his chest.

“I will wait.”

“Process what? I do not understand—”

And then it struck him. He called me Gustazlion. Dragaxlov.

Herodis went pale.

“I’m afraid I have no idea what you’re speaking of, Your Grace.”

“Oh, you do.” King Daemonikai’s voice was quiet, but implacable.

“The Oracle told me of a youngling who buried his heritage beneath another name. Who wore a new life simply to survive.”

Herod’s back went ramrod straight.

“I do not go by that name. In fact, I have not been addressed by it in over two millennia. It does not exist to me.”

“Perhaps it’s time it starts meaning something to you again.” The Grand King walked to the nearest couch, lowering himself onto it. Crossing his legs, he added, “The Northern Throne needs its ruler.”

“With all due respect, my Grace, I must decline,” Herod said flatly.

anger in him as he said it. No pain, no

somewhere a thousand years past, when he had stopped caring about his ancestors’

King Daemonikai

never once tried to resurrect it. Not even

cross

not for the Oracle, it would have remained a faded past. One that feels as if it never belonged to

to the couch opposite the King, lowering himself onto the cushions with

name Duonavaar is a worthy one. I strove for millennia to ensure it stood on its own merit, and all that effort was not wasted. After my mother died, after the long years and harder work, I finally found the courage to return to the heart of Urai. I built a life here. A

merely stating facts, he

crop overseer, then the village agriculturist, and finally the High Steward of Harvest. I rose, rank by rank,

long moment in silence. Then he inclined

in the end, you refuse, I will understand. We will follow the sacred traditions and select another

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other

gave a

for your

the door when he paused, glancing

one question I have long wished to

mother leave the Citadel? Why would a good female like Naila abandon her bondmate—who fought on the frontlines for the good of the

not steal the family wealth. Those were lies, begun and spread by

when she fled in the middle of the night because her life was in danger. She was poisoned repeatedly, and had she not been skilled with herbs and plants, recognizing the scent of those

one of those poisons that had no scent,” Herod’s voice

She was quick in finding an antidote. But after that narrow escape, she made the choice to

away at war, he could not shield us—so