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

Chapter 145: Then, some might speculate Zaiper killed the boy because he felt threatened, because of a desire to prevent Daemonikai from regaining his sanity, or a craving for the throne. He needed none of those rumors to spread. So, no, Zaiper did not want the boy's death linked to him. So how could he bring the boy to Greyrock without summoning him?

It would have been simpler if the boy were still in the southern wings, but Vladya had relocated him. The mere thought of that infuriated Zaiper.

Footsteps interrupted his thoughts. "My Lord, as you requested, I have sent a message to Lord Gaff. He will respond by morning," Razarr, his head of soldiers, spoke behind him.

Zaiper turned his head towards Razarr. The male was incredibly handsome, and Zaiper was well aware of Razarr's fierce loyalty to him. How could he not, when Razarr had loved him for centuries? Zaiper simply pretended not to be aware, even as he occasionally took Razarr to his bed. It helped that Razarr remained highly professional, committed to his duties, possessing the same level of resilience as Zaiper himself.

"Razarr?"

He straightened and met Zaiper's gaze. "Yes, my Lord?"

"If I desire to end a human's life without summoning them, as I intend to avoid any connection between their demise and myself, how might I bring this individual into my presence?" Zaiper inquired in a bored tone.

Razarr pondered the question. "May I ask a question, Your Highness?" Zaiper gestured for him to proceed. "Could this human be the human prince?"

Zaiper displayed no surprise at Razarr's knowledge. The male had an uncanny understanding of his thoughts, which Zaiper found appealing. "Indeed, it could be."

"In that case," Razarr proposed, "permit me to eliminate him discreetly and bury him in Blackstone. No one would ever trace it back to you."

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"A commendable idea," Zaiper acknowledged. "However, I am intrigued to observe the boy more closely. I wish to uncover what makes him tick. Besides, that charming little backside of his…" Zaiper tilted his head to the side, his words trailing off. "Daemonikai's beast had the boy once, and for some reason, it's fixating. I want to mount him, too. I need to understand what the fuss is all about before I dispose of him."

Razarr remained stoic, offering no visible reaction, but Zaiper knew the wheels were turning in his mind. Zaiper allowed him the time to think; after all, Razarr had a capable head attached to his shoulders.

Eventually, Razarr broke the silence. "You could summon his sister. It is no secret how close the siblings are. If we bring the sister here, the boy will undoubtedly come running."

Zaiper mulled over the idea, his interest piqued. "Go on."

"We shall go to the southern wings and forcefully bring the girl to Greyrock. Outsiders need only know that you requested the princess's presence. I will dispatch a slave to inform the boy that his sister has been forcibly taken. This news will surely prompt the boy to come rushing to his sister's aid. Once he sets foot in Greyrock, his fate will be sealed." He paused. "With Grand Lord Vladya away and Grand Lord Ottai preoccupied with his ailing bondmate, no one will be able to save him.

Once the prince arrives, you may release the princess," Razarr concluded. "What are your thoughts, my Lord?"

"I must admit, Razarr, that you are a genius," Zaiper commended. "Secure the princess, and the prince shall undoubtedly follow. Why had this plan not occurred to me before?"

Drawing closer to Razarr, Zaiper slid his hand behind the male's neck, pulling him in for a passionate kiss born out of sheer happiness.

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