That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 57

Chapter 57:

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Finally, the feral withdrew, turned around, and retreated behind the floor-to-ceiling barricade. Only then did Vladya allow his own beast to rise to the surface, enveloping him like a second skin.

In the blink of an eye, his clothes tore apart, revealing a magnificent beast. Nearly identical to the beast behind the barricade, it stood tall, flexing its tail.

Taking position before the barricade, it settled down, mirroring the feral’s posture.

Like every Urekai, Vladya found solace and ease in his beast form. In the past, when he assumed this form, he and Daemonikai would venture into the woods, running, hunting, and battling together.

But now, the beast behind those bars stared at him without any trace of recognition.

His chest tightened, making it difficult to breathe.

Vladya lost track of time as he kept his best friend company. This place inflicted immense pain upon him, yet it also provided some measure of peace. It scarred him, yet offered healing. It was his doom and his sanctuary.

Time dissolved into nothing. He could have spent minutes or hours here—simply existing in beast form. Shutting the world out.

When he finally reverted to his human form, he felt better than he had in days, even as his heart ached.

Vladya gazed at Daemonikai, tears welling in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He would not shed tears. He hadn’t done so for centuries.

“How do you fare, my friend?” he spoke, his gaze fixed on empty space. “Sometimes, I envy you. There is no pain for you. No memories. No recollections. Just blissful nothingness. No dreams to haunt you. Keep you awake at night, tearing your heart out of your chest.”

He sighed. “Just simple, blissful silence, even if it manifests as madness.”

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Vladya recounted everything that had transpired since his last visit to the feral, speaking into the void, aware that the wild one could neither hear nor comprehend, yet it was a ritual he performed nonetheless.

“Nothing remains the same, you see. Our land is no longer what it once was. That night scarred us all irreparably. Without you here to anchor the people, they have all become lost.” Vladya’s eyes were tired, gazing through the bars. “And the truth is, I do not know how to help them.”

He palmed his throbbing head. “Centuries have passed, and I have yet to find myself again. I do not believe I ever will, nor do I wish to. That is how lost we all are, Daemonikai.”

“Isn’t he quite a beauty?” Slave Master Boris whispered, inching closer to Slave Master Gaine.

“He is,” Gaine reluctantly agreed, observing the young prince. Then he sighed, “However, I would appreciate it if you kept your hands to yourself, Boris. We are already short on slaves because you take an interest in each and every one of them. Have you forgotten what happened last time?”

Boris averted his gaze. “I lost control. It won’t happen again—”

“Damn right, it won’t,” Gaine interrupted, now giving Boris his full attention. “The new slave you’re ogling is replacing the one you strangled to death in the barn because she wouldn’t stop screaming while you brutally raped her dry, without any sort of preparation.”

“But—”

“I had to plead extensively to be sent another slave. It will be even more difficult if you do that shit again and we have to replace this young male,” Gaine added furiously. “So whatever absurd thoughts are crossing your mind, discard them immediately. I will not tolerate losing more slaves because you cannot keep it in your breeches.”

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