That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 337

Chapter 337:

She curtseyed gracefully. “Welcome back, My Lord. How was your trip?”

“It went well enough. Refreshing, even. But I’m glad to be home. I have missed the fortress.”

She fell into step beside him as they walked. “The fortress has missed you as well, My Lord.”

“What have I missed in my absence?” Zaiper chuckled, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Though why do I ask? It’s not as if you know much about court matters.”

Sinai gave a small snort. “No, they do not interest me much, Your Highness.” She lowered her voice, leaning closer. “Although, I did hear that your immediate is… battling the feral madness.”

Zaiper waved a dismissive hand. “That rumor has been circulating for months. It’s nothing more than idle talk.”

“Not this time,” Sinai said. “These past few days, he’s locked himself away in his domain. No one has seen him. And there are whispers that just before this isolation, he was roaming the woods… even disappearing into caves.”

Zaiper stopped walking, a new glint of interest lighting his eyes. “I think it’s more than just rumors this time, My Lord. It seems your immediate truly is going feral.”

Slave Master Tyke bristled. “B-but, my lord, it’s not something I can control, it—”

Lord Vladya’s brows ascended to his hairline. “Did you just question my orders?”

Tyke shook his head so hard it was a wonder how it remained attached to his shoulder. “I will guard her with my life! Your command is my duty, My Lord.”

Lord Vladya straightened. “Get out.”

The slavemaster scrambled to his feet and scurried out, leaving them alone once more.

As Lord Vladya turned to face her, some of the wildness that burned in his eyes dimmed. He must have read something in her expression because his face went blank. Without a word, he moved around the bed, untying the knots that bound her wrists and ankles. Aekeira barely noticed the immediate relief from the pressure, all her attention focused on him.

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Once he freed her, he turned away, throwing a command over his shoulder. “Go.”

She sat up, watching him disappear into an adjoining room. Part of her was relieved by his order.

On one hand, Aekeira truly did want to run after witnessing a show of that lurking violence in his gray eyes. He had told her before—she had known this would happen—but there was a difference between knowing and truly understanding.

On the other hand, a larger part of her wanted to hold him. To hug him close to her chest.

Aekeira didn’t believe he had punished Slavemaster Tyke simply as an outlet for his violence. There were countless prisoners in the fortress he could have chosen, yet he had singled out the one who had hurt her.

He had done it for her.

To protect her.

Heavens, I love this male.

Fear, deeper than anything Aekeira had known before, overwhelmed her. Her vision blurred, her world spinning. She sat back on her heels, shaken to the core.

It had been easier when she hadn’t put a name to the emotion. She had felt something for him for so long, but had stubbornly tried not to identify it.

It was simpler to ignore, easier to fight, when it was just that feeling.

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