That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 198

Chapter 198:

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“Thank you, Faiwick. You are dismissed.”

Left alone, Vladya gazed upon the sleeping Daemonikai, still marveling at the sight of him in male form, resting so peacefully. It felt surreal, like a dream he feared might vanish at any moment.

He hadn’t even gotten started with the ritual before this had happened. Even now, the sigils floated in his mind, begging to be spoken, but Vladya shoved them into the “knowledge-acquired-but-will-not-be-used-anymore” box.

He did not want to leave. He longed to be by his friend’s side, to converse with him once he woke. But Daemon needed rest, and Vladya had pressing matters to attend to.

With a final glance at the slumbering king, Vladya turned to leave. “Yaz, post three guards at the door. Anyone who leaves their post without proper relief will face immediate execution.”

Unlike the jubilant masses, Vladya harbored no illusions. He knew not everyone shared in the kingdom’s joy. Like Zaiper.

His ashen face, contorted in disbelief and horror when the beast transformed, flashed through Vladya’s mind. Reflecting on it now, he would have laughed if he were still capable of such things. Zaiper had gawked at Daemonikai as though he had seen a ghost—a very unpleasant ghost he never wanted to see again.

“Also, Yaz,” Vladya continued, catching the head guard’s attention.

“Yes, my Lord?”

“Summon Emeriel to my chambers,” Vladya instructed, his eyes narrowing. “First thing tomorrow morning.”

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

“I’m sorry, father! I’m so sorry…!” Alvin’s anguished cry pierced the chaos as war raged around them. The deafening clashes of steel. Blood, so much blood. The marble floors had turned crimson.

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His sword was a whirlwind of silver as he cleaved through the next two humans attacking him.

“Myka, protect your mother!” he roared, calling out to his eldest. He didn’t wait for a response, exploding through the Vortex Hall in a whirlwind of fury, fighting valiantly, slashing and striking down the intruders. He needed to save as many of his people as he could.

He was not supposed to have any strength at all, and what little he had was fading, ebbing away with each desperate lunge. The Eclipse Moon was bright in the sky, sapping his energy.

Stop. It was probably time to stop.

But he couldn’t. His people needed him.

The air thickened with screams of anguish. All around him, his people lost their bondmates, their offspring. Their wails of unbearable agony reverberated through the walls.

How could one survive such a loss? How does one live without their bondmate?

His heart broke for their loss. He couldn’t imagine a life without Evielyn.

“Myka, get your mother out of here! Take her to safety!” His voice boomed with urgency.

“Behind you!” Vladya’s urgent call cut through the chaos. He whirled, sword flashing instinctively. The human soldier’s head tumbled to the floor, his lifeless eyes staring into oblivion. Blood. So much blood.

Grand King Daemonikai’s eyes snapped open. The familiar sight of his chambers greeted him with an unwelcome chill. Empty. Just like his heart.

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