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

Chapter 128: "That boy has proven to have a positive impact on Daemonikai since his arrival. The boy's presence seems to bring out a more rational side of Daemonikai, rather than his mindless, animalistic side." He took a deep breath. "Although I cannot make out the exact reasons, I have chosen not to dwell on it. If the boy being close to Daemon's beast contributes to the improvement of Daemonikai's state, then I hope to hell the boy remains close to him."

For a moment, Sinai gaped at him, too stunned to speak. "Are you even listening to yourself? Pardon me, but your words make no sense, Your Highness." Sinai's voice was filled with disbelief. "How could that worthless boy have any influence over Daemonikai? Do you even hear how absurd that sounds?"

"I don't know, Sinai," Lord Vladya appeared unfazed, as usual. "If I had all the answers, I wouldn't waste time thinking so much about it. But what I do know is this-the boy isn't causing harm to anyone. So, I see no reason to interfere."

Sinai's lips parted, her rebuttal poised on the tip of her tongue, but his next words silenced her. "In fact, I find myself… intrigued by whatever is happening with Daemonikai. And if the boy has any involvement-whether through sorcery or something else-I do not want it to stop."

Her breath caught. For a moment, she could only stare at him, her mind reeling. Intrigued? He was intrigued by this madness?

A pang of betrayal twisted in her chest. His refusal to act, his willingness to let this worthless boy linger around her Daemon, felt like a slap in the face.

"I cannot believe this. Forget it, I'll go in there and drag him out myself." She bowed to him, turned, and stormed off.

"Sinai, do not do that. Don't go in there."

She continued walking, ignoring his order.

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"Sinai!" This time, his voice grew sterner. Authoritative. She paused, her posture rigid with anger.

"My Lord?"

"Do not go to the forbidden chambers. Do not touch the boy. I have issued an order. Do not defy it," Vladya stated firmly, before he walked past her and strode away.

"I have issued an order. Do not defy it, my ass," Sinai mocked as she rummaged through her closet. "As if I'm going to sit idly by while that boy remains there any longer."

Her maids stood nervously, waiting for her instructions, feeling helpless in the tense atmosphere.

Sinai finally found the garment she was looking for: a form-fitting gown that accentuated her curves, particularly the upper part of her backside. After putting it on, she turned to her maids. "The meccai leaves?"

"Here, my lady," one of them replied, handing her a cup of hot tea.

Sinai took the wooden cup and downed its contents in one gulp. The meccai leaves heightened the scent of her blood, making it more tempting. Irresistible.

She settled into her dressing chair, and her maids took it as their cue to attend to her hair. As they styled her hair, Sinai seethed with anger, her hands clenching into fists. To hell with Lord Vladya's command. He would come around eventually. It's not as if he would punish her because of a mere human, right? That idea was absurd.

As for Emeriel, Sinai had a plan.

She would feed Daemonikai until he was satisfied, enough to put him to sleep. Then, she would take that worthless boy away.

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