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

Chapter 904: (END)

“I’m heading to the training field. Alek is waiting for me,” Scar declared, already halfway to the door.

“Mal and I will be in the library, if you need us, father,” Viozzidray said.

Both siblings leaned down to kiss their mother’s cheek before offering Daemonikai a respectful bow and disappearing down the hallway.

“Faval and I are going to see Lord Herodis,” added Hasydan, their fifth child.

“Wait.” Daemonikai narrowed his eyes. “They’re still bothering him, aren’t they?” He crossed his arms. “I understand your interest in agriculture, but you’re being a bit much. The man just had a baby with his partner—don’t overwhelm him.”

“No, he asked us to come. We didn’t insist,” Hasydan quickly replied, raising his hand in surrender. “Did we, Faval?”

His sixth child echoed the sentiment. “We didn’t.”

“Are you sure?” asked Emeriel, her tone sweet but her gaze far from convinced.

“Really, mother,” they said in unison.

“I don’t believe you,” a dry voice said from across the table. Heraxiola smiled. “Lord Herodis is too kind to them. They practically follow him around like ducklings.”

“Hey! Mind your own business, Princess Hera!” Faval stuck out his tongue.

“I’ll beat you as soon as I get up from here,” he said seriously.

“Talk, Heraxiola,” Emeriel warned, wiping her mouth with the napkin. A slight smile remained on her face.

“Sorry, mom.”

Faval said over his shoulder as his brother dragged him

head, exasperated. “Lord Herodis should set some boundaries for those two. And his

intervened, smiling. “You should see how

new favorite is

perfect gentlemen. You wouldn’t believe they’re the

older brothers, Siesca,” Daemonikai said, though

of defiance. “Besides, if they

eldest son was well-known for his disdain toward his sisters,

chaos for one night,” Daemonikai declared. “I’m

twenty, gave him those big green eyes that could melt

tomorrow,” Daemonikai

“And tomorrow is today.”

“Alright, dad. Love you.”

melted. “I love you too,

her eyes. “You’re retiring with

moved closer to Emeriel as she stood up, wrapping a possessive arm around her

smile radiant. She pulled away from his embrace, walked

the cheek, one by one. It had become a nightly ritual, and Daemonikai loved watching her

he love even

how spoiled, chaotic, or rebellious his children were any given day, they never

affection. Everyone loved

Daemonikai, that

crook of his arm, his fingers brushing along her back as he buried his face in

controlling conception?” she asked, her

his chest, content just to feel her softness. “I told you, the old

to look at him, a shy smile on her