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

Chapter 155: "Yes," Aekeira answered quickly, her voice unwavering. "Please, I'm willing to."

Zaiper barked out a laugh, the sound devoid of warmth. "Such devotion, such dedication. Sadly, you are not the one I wish to bury myself inside tonight."

He turned his attention back to Emeriel, his hand raised and flexed. His claws glinted, ready to shred his clothes.

"All hail His Majesty the Third! The third sovereign ruler of Urai and the sole leader of the western wings. All hail Grand Lord Vladya!" The booming announcement shattered the charged atmosphere. Zaiper froze, his grip loosening. "Vladya's returned?"

The door swung open, and Grand Lord Vladya entered. His measured stride carried an air of cool detachment, yet hinted at a barely restrained power.

"Vladya, to what do I owe this unexpected visit?" Zaiper's voice was laced with a veneer of politeness that barely concealed his displeasure. He stepped away from Emeriel.

"The question is, what were you doing, Lord Zaiper?" Vladya countered, his measured strides bringing him closer to the heart of the lavish chamber.

"Punishment," Zaiper said smoothly. "The boy trespassed into Greyrock uninvited."

"And what prompted this trespass?" Vladya's tone was sharp, challenging. "Let me guess. You had his sister detained. But what, might I ask, was her crime?"

Zaiper faltered. A plausible excuse eluded him. Anger simmered beneath the surface, a muscle twitching in his jaw. "She's a human, Vladya. We don't require justification for disciplining their kind."

"Perhaps with any other slave, but not them," Vladya's voice was firm, unwavering. "Ottai and I embarked on a specific mission to acquire them, and if they are to face punishment, there should at least be a valid cause. Do you not agree?"

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"Since when do you concern yourself with such trivial matters?" Zaiper spat, his patience wearing thin. He closed the distance between them. "Since when do you advocate for humans?"

"I do not," Vladya said coolly. "But these two serve an important purpose-to fulfill the beast's sexual desires. Have you forgotten what happens when his desires go unmet? Do you want our people slaughtered?" Zaiper seethed, but he held his tongue.

Vladya turned to face Aekeira and Emeriel. "Come with me, both of you." His voice, though commanding, held gentleness. They scrambled to their feet and moved toward him.

"Do you truly believe you can just waltz in here and take them?" Zaiper's voice dripped with venom. "You overestimate yourself, Vladya."

Vladya paused, his gaze piercing. "What is the real issue here, Zaiper? If I didn't know any better, I'd say this is not about the girl at all, but the boy. You lured him here by abducting his sister, but why? Why all this elaborate theater?" His voice lowered, every word a weighted accusation. "If I were less informed, I might suspect you simply want the boy dead."

"That is preposterous!" Lord Zaiper blustered, his hand forming a fist.

"I am not accusing you of anything," Vladya continued calmly. "I am merely speculating what conclusions I might draw if I didn't know better. If I have misunderstood, then you would have no reason to object to me taking them, do you?"

A tense silence filled the room, each man holding the other's gaze. Emeriel and Aekeira stood side by side, their shoulders brushing, fingers interlaced behind their backs, forming a united front.

"The beast requires its sustenance, Zaiper. Right now. He is already irritable. You and I both know what follows-an escape from its confines," Lord Vladya's voice remained steady, his composure unruffled. "One of them will proceed directly from here to the forbidden chambers to fulfill their duties. The sooner you release them, the sooner we can prevent disaster."

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