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

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

Siesca intervened, smiling. “You

new favorite is

believe they’re the same little

older brothers, Siesca,” Daemonikai said, though he

replied with a hint of defiance. “Besides, if they try anything,

eldest son was well-known for his

enough chaos for one night,” Daemonikai declared.

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

you tomorrow,” Daemonikai said, wagging his

“And tomorrow is today.”

“Alright, dad. Love you.”

“I

me guess,” Heraxiola said, narrowing her eyes.

Emeriel as she stood up,

flushed but her smile radiant. She pulled

on the cheek, one by one. It had become

did he love

they never joked with their feelings, never disrespected him, nor turned their backs

loved her

for Daemonikai, that was

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

controlling conception?” she asked, her

course I have.” He lazily patted his chest, content just to feel her softness. “I told you, the old healer is working

a shy smile on her lips. “I hope