That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 197

Chapter 197:

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“I am… here to… stay.”

“Tell me you will never leave again,” Vladya choked out, his arm tightening. His large body trembled.

“V.D….” Daemon’s voice was a sigh.

“You bastard. You had no right. No right to leave the way you did. No right to—”

“I am sorry,” Daemon croaked.

The world narrowed to this moment, this reunion. Thank Ukrae, thank Ukrae, thank Ukrae. Daemonikai was back. He was back.

“ID-Daemon?” Ottai’s voice, trembling with disbelief, filtered through the bars of the cage. “Y-Your Grace?”

“Ottai…” the grand king whispered.

“Holy heavens!” Ottai scrambled into the cage, tears streaming down his face as he embraced his king. “You’re back… you’re back! Thank you! Thank you!” A shout of jubilation crashed over the arena.

The crowd rushed forward, abandoning their seats in a frenzy of excitement. Soldiers formed a protective circle, holding back the eager throng, but the cheers were deafening.

The air crackled with unbridled joy. The scent of happiness, relief, and elation was overpowering.

“The grand king is back! The grand king is back! The grand king is back!” The chant echoed, growing louder with each repetition.

And then, as one, the voices of thousands rose to the heavens in a thunderous declaration.

“Long live the king!”

𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖚𝖕𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖌𝖆𝖑𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖘.𝖈𝖔𝖒

WATCH OUT FOR PART 2.

AUTHOR’S NOTE

Dearest Reader,

I’m beyond thrilled that you’ve made it this far in the story. Your support means the world to me! If you’ve enjoyed the journey so far, please take a moment to leave a comment—I’d absolutely love to hear from you. Sending you all my love,

Kiss,

Leilani

PART 2.

GRAND LORD VLADYA

Four hours later.

The news spread like wildfire throughout the kingdom of Urai. Sounds of jubilant revelry ricocheted through the streets as citizens celebrated in their beast forms, engaging in playful duels and hunts to commemorate the return of their beloved ruler.

Within the fortress, however, the atmosphere was more subdued. The initial excitement had given way to a quiet vigil as the crowds in the grand king’s bedchamber thinned. Lord Vladya had dismissed the swarm of well-wishers, leaving only himself and the royal healer to attend to Daemonikai.

Although Daemonikai’s body had fought off the worst of the poison, they had taken no chances. He had been administered healing herbs and potions and nourished with Sinai’s blood.

“A few hours of rest should dispel the remaining toxins, Your Highness,” the healer assured Vladya. “He will make a full recovery.”

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