That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 317

Chapter 317:

“That will be all,” Daemonikai dismissed the servants as he entered the tub, letting the warm, scented water envelop him, soothing his weary muscles.

His new choice of scented candles was beginning to seem like a bad idea too. Because now, Galilea came to mind. Again.

Images of Galilea in his arms flashed through his mind, causing a low growl to rumble in his chest. She had been so responsive, so utterly captivating every time she unraveled for him.

He hadn’t thought it possible to find a female who craved his touch, who responded to it more than his bonded mate. But the experience with Galilea had been both exhilarating and humbling.

She reacted to his simplest touch, her body melting trustingly into his. Even with his hand wrapped around her neck in a death grip, her eyes held less fear and more… trust. He could bring her to climax with a mere caress, and somehow, he knew this wasn’t solely due to her heat.

What was it about this girl that made him want to lock her away in his chambers and ravage her for weeks on end?

And why was he here in his bath, indulging in forbidden fantasies about someone else’s betrothed? His body swollen with desire, strained between his legs, hungry for more of her.

Her heat is over. Let it go.

Remember, you should not be thinking too much about it if you don’t want the answer.

Daemonikai sighed. “Is Zaiper back from his trip?”

“No, your Grace,” Wegai answered from behind the curtains, his shadow dancing on the fabric. “He’s still in the mountains.”

“Mmm.” The water soothed Daemonikai’s aching muscles.

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“Should I summon your bloodhost? Surely you must be hungry after the… events of the past few days.”

He was, but the hunger wasn’t urgent. Sleep beckoned more strongly than feeding. And being in the company of Sinai tonight, no matter how brief, didn’t appeal to him that much either.

“Not tonight.”

Leaning back against the tub, eyes closed, he thought of Vladya.

Concern for his friend cut like a fresh wound, throbbing relentlessly. It had been over a week since Daemonikai last saw him, and he needed to check on his friend. Vladya had disappeared for months at a time in the past, especially after a failed bonding, so he shouldn’t be so worried. Yet, he was.

This time felt different. A bad feeling brewed in his gut.

Tomorrow morning. He would check on Vladya first thing.

Sinking deeper into the tub, Daemonikai let the water ease the tension coiling in his biceps. Could it be another failed bonding ritual? A knot of unease formed inside him.

MADAM LIVIA

Madam Livia stood at the edge of the garden, her eyes scanning the slaves under the pale glow of the moon as they worked diligently around her. “Elsie, start watering over there.”

“Yes, madam.” The young girl hefted her watering can to the designated area.

Under the moonlight, a dozen figures moved like shadows, tending to the garden’s needs. A woman, hunched over flowering vines, expertly pruned each branch with quiet, rhythmic snips. A young boy carefully nurtured a row of delicate herbs, his touch gentle to avoid damaging the tender stems. Further down the path, a group of figures worked together, harvesting ripe vegetables, their baskets gradually filling.

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