That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King’s Slave Mate Novel

Chapter 121: "Daemonikai's feral beast is a menace, that much I can tell you." Lord Zaiper stood rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed on the grand entrance.

"Why? Because you thought it would be amusing to provoke it, only to end up being lifted off your feet?" Ottai quipped, with barely concealed amusement.

Zaiper muttered a curse under his breath.

"How's the arm?" Vladya stared at the spot where Daemonikai had dug into Zaiper. "That wound looks deep." "It's nothing. I didn't even notice it," Zaiper stated.

Vladya cocked his head to the side. "That's not how I remember it. I'll have you know that the smell of your fear is not enticing at all. It smelled like ash."

Zaiper reddened and advanced a step. "You asshole."

"You two, not now," Ottai stepped between them. "We need to get our people to safety, remember?"

Vladya clicked his tongue and merely stepped away.

Zaiper glared at Vladya for a full minute before he forced his focus elsewhere. Somewhere much more important. Zaiper's brows furrowed. "Why that boy? How does a feral beast enter a crowd, spare lives, and depart with a boy cradled protectively in its arms?"

"I have no answers, Zaiper. We are all as bewildered as you are," Lord Ottai replied, running his hand through his perfectly slicked-back black hair.

Ottai turned to Vladya. "Do you think it intends to take the boy to a quiet place and kill him, or something? The last time it sought him out, it was driven by sexual hunger. What could be the motive this time?"

Vladya's thoughts seemed scattered, going everywhere and nowhere at the same time. He simply shook his head, just as confused as the rest of them.

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"Maybe it has developed a taste for his blood, or something," Vladya muttered, still trying to wrap his head around what just happened.

"But now is not the time for speculation," Ottai said. "We must ensure the beast hasn't gone to the arena and evacuate the people."

With that, they scattered to guide their people to safety.

MISTRESS SINAI

As the court emptied, Mistress Sinai remained seated, rigid and motionless. Her expression was one of pure fury. What had just happened? How could this have happened? One of the ladies approached her, wide-eyed. "Who is that boy, Sinai? Being his bloodhost, surely you have some information."

Sinai glared at her, spun around, and stormed out of the court before she succumbed to the urge to do something very unladylike-like scream at the top of her lungs or throw things.

FROSTFALL DOMAIN, THE SOUTHERN WINGS

GRAND LORD VLADYA

Four hours later, after checking out the arenas and the wings, clearing the banquet hall and surrounding areas, Grand Lord Vladya made his way to the forbidden chambers. He had a hunch the beast had returned to its confinement, but he needed to confirm it. And there was the matter of the boy-he was curious about the boy's fate.

As he reached the fourth wing, he heard feminine cries growing louder. Turning the corner, he found Aekeira seated on the floor, sobbing inconsolably.

The girl rose upon seeing him and hurried toward him.

She dropped to her knees. "They won't let me get close. The soldiers are blocking my path. I can't see my brother, please help me."

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