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.

in him as he said it. No pain,

a thousand years past, when he had stopped caring about his ancestors’ crimes or their legacy. Time, in

expected as much,” King Daemonikai said,

that part of your life so deep you never once

it cross my mind,” Herod answered

faded past. One that feels as if

the couch opposite the King, lowering himself onto the cushions

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

merely stating facts,

of Harvest. I rose, rank by rank, until I single-handedly became High Lord of Agriculture. I did this without the Dragaxlov name and power, and I have no

Daemonikai regarded him for a long moment in silence. Then

reason for my visit. If, in the end, you refuse, I will understand. We will follow the sacred

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have other engagements

stood and gave a

for

when he paused, glancing back over his

one question I have long wished to

like Naila abandon her bondmate—who fought on the frontlines for the good of the kingdom—over

were lies, begun and spread by

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 poisons in her food, she would have died long before she had the

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

first swallow. She was quick in finding an antidote. But after that narrow escape, she made

he could not shield us—so she did it herself, for her life