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

Chapter 123: And to think that the boy felt so safe he fell into slumber. "What is it about him, Daemon?" Vladya whispered, observing them. "Is it his blood? Or is he simply your new fascination? Is he a new plaything?"

The beast didn't answer, nor did Vladya expect him to.

"Could this boy have the power to bring you back from insanity? Is that even possible?" But he was watching an impossibility happening before him, right now. He was missing something here. Something important. But what could it be?

On his way back, his mind was preoccupied. But as he passed through the second floor of the southern wings, he heard Aekeira's soft cries in her chamber, far away. By the sound of it, she must be lying on her bed, muffling her sobs with her pillow. Yet he was so attuned to her that his hearing picked up on it.

"Don't you dare, Vladya. Don't you dare."

He glared at the pathway that led to her chamber. He cared not about the girl's state of mind, and he certainly did not care if she wept and tormented herself throughout the night.

So why were his legs taking him toward her?

"Because your body craves that girl. You can't get enough of her."

By Ukrae, he needed to put a stop to this. This was not him. He did not force himself on slaves or take unwilling servants to his bed.

He did not fixate on humans-or any beings, for that matter. He was stronger than that. So why was he walking toward the girl's door right now?

And worse, despite all his internal pep talks, why could he not stop himself?

GREYROCK DOMAIN, THE NORTHERN WINGS

GRAND LORD ZAIPER

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Grand Lord Zaiper stood beside the narrow, arched window in the vast underground, peering out into the shadowy expanse of the courtyard.

The trees lining the edge of the courtyard swayed gently in the night breeze, casting dancing shadows on the ground. The occasional hoot of an owl or the distant bark of a hound filled the air.

A few feet away, Madah, one of his finest slave masters, lashed a slave with a searing whip. The agonizing screams of the slave were a beautiful melody to Zaiper's ears. A little bit of comfort for his troubled heart tonight. Humans were the scum of the earth, and Zaiper would be happy if none of them remained. They were unworthy of sharing the same air the Urekai breathed.

This was one of those nights Zaiper would love to let his beast run free. To simply shift into his beast form and go hunting in the woods.

Hours had passed since the incident in court, and the news had spread throughout the land. Zaiper was angry for so many reasons. Why now? Why tonight?

He had delivered his speech with great skill. Had convinced so many people-Zaiper was sure. The expressions on their faces revealed their agreement. If there had been another court meeting to discuss the dismissal and elimination of Daemonikai's beast, he would have had a multitude of supporters.

But then… Emeriel. That damned human prince.

What was that boy's deal?

If Zaiper wasn't vastly knowledgeable of the species around them, he would believe the boy to be a wizard, capable of weaving spells. For there was simply no other explanation that could justify what had happened earlier.

"Please, my lord. I beg of you!" the male slave screamed as another lash struck his back. The sound of skin tearing was a soothing balm to Zaiper's soul.

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