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

Chapter 194: "It's alright, it's alright. I am here for you," Aekeira soothed, her own voice trembling as she fought back her tears. "Let it all out."

"No, she should not." Madam Livia stood silhouetted against the torchlight, her expression stern. "What are you two doing here?"

They sprang apart, staring at the older woman guiltily.

"Do you wish to be burned alive?" Livia's voice was sharp, though a hint of concern softened her words. "Aekeira, why are you encouraging him to cry and attract the soldiers? You two should not be here." "Madam Livia…" Emeriel cried hoarsely, but she cut him off with a raised hand.

"Enough. Back to your rooms, now." Emeriel shook his head in protest.

"Go now," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. "You are far from Blackstone, and it's not safe. Come, I will lead you back to your rooms."

With a final, shuddering sob, he allowed Aekeira to guide him away. Together, they followed the head maid back to the safety of their quarters.

GRAND LORD ZAIPER

Zaiper stood tall at the podium, his eyes sweeping over the crowd assembled before him. The vast expanse of faces was illuminated by torchlight. He could barely contain the triumphant grin tugging at his lips.

His heart swelled with such joy that he had to fight the urge to whistle a merry tune. With effort, he composed his features into a mask of cool authority. Tonight was a night for celebration.

Finally.

After tonight, he would be one giant step closer to claiming the grand throne.

To his right, Ottai's shoulders slumped in mourning, sadness and desolation etched on his face. On his left, Vladya remained his usual enigmatic self, but Zaiper could sense the tension radiating from him. The male was a coiled spring, ready to snap.

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As they waited for the soldiers to complete their preparations - ensuring everyone was seated and the pathways were clear - Zaiper's eyes settled on three healers seated across from them.

They were the ones responsible for concocting the poisons that had been administered to the beast earlier in the day, weakening its strength. Now, the lead healer carefully coated three ceremonial daggers with a fresh batch of venom.

Zaiper could already envision how this night would end. He could almost taste the power that awaited him. It was intoxicating. Exhilarating.

And the anticipation was killing him.

"My dearest people," he rose, addressing the crowd. "We gather here tonight to pay our final respects and bid farewell to our grand ruler. Tonight, he will officially join our ancestors in the realm beyond."

Zaiper's heightened senses caught the soft sounds of weeping from the crowd, but he resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"Soldiers, bring forth the beast," he commanded.

The sound of doors creaking open was followed by the rattle of chains. Ten soldiers emerged, laboriously carrying a massive cage made of reinforced steel, designed to withstand tremendous force. Inside, the colossal beast lay motionless.

Zaiper noted the numerous darts embedded in the beast's hide, the tools used to subdue and weaken it. And it had worked.

Though they lacked the power of the Eclipse Moon, Daemonikai's legendary beast had been reduced to the state of a mere animal, stripped of its power and menace.

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