That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 105

Chapter 105:

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Emeriel snorted. “You already worry too much as it is, Keira. Tone it down so you don’t fall sick.”

“I healed fast too,” she recalled, biting her lower lip. “No hymen, of course, but I recall Lord Zaiper mentioning how fast I healed for a human, that night he came here to visit.”

“Thank the Light for that. I guess you’re fortunate. I don’t have all the details yet, but I’ve been spending time in the library, reading and trying to understand better. But there are countless books, and it will take more time,” Emeriel said.

Hope flickered in Aekeira’s eyes too. “Yes, there must be another explanation. We will find it, I am certain.”

Emeriel wasn’t as sure. He took a shuddering breath. He chose not to reveal to Aekeira that his thoughts were consumed by the beast at all times. That he had erotic dreams about King Daemonikai’s beast, awakened and pleasured himself, imagining the various ways the beast could take him.

That last night, in that chamber, he had thought of the beast as his throughout their encounter. His beast. His beloved.

Emeriel kept all of that to himself, aware of how much it would freak his poor sister out. At the same time, he desperately hoped Aekeira was right.

He hoped to hell that there was another explanation for all of this. And not the one his entire being was screaming at him—that he was Grand King Daemonikai’s Soulbond.

GRAND LORD VLADYA

Grand Lord Vladya strode toward the gardens of Blackstone, accompanied by Yaz, who was providing a detailed account of the farming conditions in Brookwood—a sizable village in Urai known for its fertile lands. Despite the efforts of their best farmers, this season’s crop production was significantly lower than the previous one.

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As they walked, Vladya observed the toiling slaves and the soldiers training on the opposite side of the field.

“My dear lord, Vladya?” A familiar voice called out.

Vladya turned to see Mistress Sinai approaching. He took her outstretched hand and placed a respectful kiss upon it.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit today?”

“I apologize for interrupting, but there are matters I wish to discuss,” she said.

Vladya exchanged a meaningful glance with Yaz, signaling for the head soldier to depart. Left alone with Sinai, he turned his attention to her.

“What seems to be the matter?”

“I wish to punish one of your slaves severely. I thought it appropriate to inform you, considering he was specially acquired. After all, you undertook the journey yourself to buy him.”

Vladya furrowed his brow. “Whom exactly are we referring to?”

“The young prince.”

Grand Lord Vladya tilted his head in thought. “What has he done?”

“I simply do not like him. He grates on my nerves.”

“I don’t recall you spending much time with the boy for him to have such an effect on you. Or am I mistaken?” Vladya questioned.

“You are correct,” she admitted, her eyes darkening with anger. “However, he is a slave—a human slave. I don’t need a reason to hate him enough to want to kill him.”

“True. But, as you mentioned, they are specially acquired slaves—the prince and the princess. You would need a more substantial justification when it comes to killing them. Grand Lord Ottai and I did not forsake our duties in Urai and journey to the human world for four days, only for them to die without cause.”

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