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

Chapter 161: "He doesn't work at the tavern anymore, Master Boris. Surely, you've heard about the court incident? The grand lords have taken an interest in Emeriel. They have their eyes on him. It is dangerous to pursue your desires for him."

"I care not for what happened in court," Master Boris snarled, his fingers leaving her hair to tighten around her throat. "How dare you lecture me? You do not want to anger me, do you?"

Fear choked her. "No, Master." She gasped, fighting for air.

"Good." His grip loosened. "Two nights from now, the barn, sixth hour past noon. Bring the boy. Do you understand?" "I don't care how you do it. But if I don't see him there, I'll gut you like a fish and bury your corpse where no one will find it." His voice was low and menacing, promising unimaginable pain. "Understood?"

Despair washed over Amie. She had no choice. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I will bring Emeriel."

COURT OF DUTY, RAVENSHADOW CITADEL.

GRAND LORD ZAIPER

This court was similar to the grand high court in all aspects except its name and location. Its appearance mirrored that of most courts within the fortress. The assembly convened here, with the grand lords settled in their seats and the high lords taking up their respective positions.

The meeting had been in progress for quite some time, with discussions revolving around taxes, crops, and hunts. Following these deliberations, Lord Jakal, the overseer of military affairs, stood to address the issue of the ferals terrorizing the mountainside of Urai.

"I am pleased to announce that my soldiers have finally captured and eliminated two of them. The mountainside is now free from the threat of ferals. It is unfortunate that a family of four was lost before we could apprehend them, but I am relieved that the danger has passed," Lord Jakal announced, his voice ringing with a mix of pride and regret.

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Vladya observed Zaiper's sudden interest at the mention of ferals and their elimination. Zaiper had been bored to death by the court proceedings, but now his ears perked up, and he leaned forward. Vladya rolled his eyes.

Ottai shot Vladya a pleading look, and Vladya raised a placating hand in a gesture of surrender. Ottai visibly relaxed.

"Ferals are wild creatures that must be dealt with before they kill us all," Zaiper praised, "I commend you, Lord Jakal, for ensuring the safety of the mountainside." The overseer of military affairs beamed, bowing low in acknowledgment. "It is my duty, Your Highness."

"Indeed," Zaiper purred, his smile returning. "Speaking of ferals… It is high time we discuss the mightiest among them. As I mentioned during the harvest, it is time to peacefully send the grand king home. I believe most of you agreed with me then that it is the right course of action."

However, this time, none of the heads he expected nodded in approval as they usually did. The silence that followed was discomforting.

His smile vanished. "Surely, it is the right thing to do, is it not?"

Lord Daryl, the overseer of trade, rose to his feet. "With all due respect, Your Highness, I disagree. We all saw what happened in court that day. It was undeniably terrifying, yes, but…" He shook his head, his expression a mix of awe and disbelief. "It was also… extraordinary. Those were not the actions of a mindless creature."

"I beg to differ, Daryl. Those were indeed the actions of a feral beast. You all saw how he lunged at me, did you not?" Zaiper's voice was sharp. "Grand King Daemonikai did not recognize his own rulers. He would never have acted that way if he were in his right mind." Vladya let out a snort of derision.

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