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.”

said over his shoulder as his brother dragged him

boundaries for those two. And his partner is no better—Lady Amie lets

adore them,” Siesca intervened, smiling. “You should see how they

favorite

wouldn’t believe

brothers, Siesca,” Daemonikai said, though he was clearly holding back a

here,” she replied with a hint of defiance.

was well-known for his disdain toward his sisters,

one night,”

Gaelziezora. Their youngest son, only twenty, gave him those big green eyes that could melt even

tomorrow,” Daemonikai said,

“And tomorrow is today.”

“Alright, dad. Love you.”

melted. “I love you too,

me guess,” Heraxiola said, narrowing her

moved closer to Emeriel as she stood up, wrapping

cheeks slightly flushed but her smile radiant. She pulled away from his embrace, walked around the table, and kissed

the cheek, one by one. It had become a nightly ritual, and

he

they never joked with

affection. Everyone loved her deeply and

Daemonikai,

slow and unhurried lovemaking, Daemonikai lay with Emeriel curled in the crook of his arm, his fingers brushing along her back as he buried his face

um, herbs for controlling conception?”

He lazily patted his chest, content just to feel her softness. “I told you,

smile on her lips. “I hope you don’t mind. I mean, I’d never want