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

Chapter 206: Aekeira stopped and turned to face him, her eyes searching. "I caught a glimpse of that male up close, and I can assure you it would be best to avoid him. He looks terrifying. Handsome, yes, but really scary. Even more so than Lord Vladya, and that's saying a lot. If I were you, I would do everything possible to stay away from him."

"Are you doing everything possible to stay away from Lord Vladya?" Emeriel asked softly.

It was Aekeira's turn to look away. His sister didn't have an answer for that.

MISTRESS SINAI That night, Mistress Sinai, dressed in one of her finest nightgowns, stood before her mirror. The garment, a masterpiece of seduction, hugged her curves, its low neckline and short sleeves revealing tantalizing glimpses of skin.

Meant to entice. Meant to enthrall.

Sinai had a mission. Tonight, she would have Daemonikai in her arms again. Rekindle the flames of their past passion. For the first time in an eternity, he would be hers once more.

A self-satisfied smile graced her lips as she consumed a potion laced with meccai leaves, a concoction that would enhance the allure of her natural scent. With newfound confidence, she turned and exited her chambers.

"His Grace is in his bedchambers," the Urekai maid bowed before discreetly withdrawing.

Sinai made her way purposefully toward the king's chambers, her heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and nerves. She raised a hand and knocked.

"It is I, Sinai, Your Grace," she announced softly. A moment of silence stretched out, and she began to wonder if he had heard her.

"Come in."

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Oh, how she had missed that deep, guttural voice. A surge of emotion welled up within her, the realization that she had never expected to hear it again washing over her like a tidal wave.

She entered the chamber, closing the door behind her. Daemonikai stood before her, clad only in his inner robe, his muscled torso partially exposed. He had clearly been in the process of undressing.

"Leave us," he commanded the manservants who had been attending to him. They bowed respectfully and filed out, leaving Sinai alone with her king.

"What are you doing here, Sinai?" he asked, his voice cool and distant. "I did not request your presence."

"I know, Your Grace. I suppose I have grown accustomed to feeding you every now and then, more frequently than you used to, before… everything." She kept her voice a carefully crafted blend of innocence and humility, a skill she had honed over millennia. When dealing with a male like Daemonikai, one had to tread carefully; he could smell dishonesty from a mile away.

The scowl marring his features softened, replaced by a gentler expression. "I haven't thanked you for that, have I?" he said, a hint of warmth entering his voice. "Thank you, Sinai, for the part you played in all of this."

Sinai hoped he would never find out that there was a time when she had intentionally embarked on a journey for months, avoiding feeding him in hopes of manipulating Lord Vladya into granting her access to the lands beyond the Crystal Waters. The beast had gone on a rampage, killing several in the woods and drinking them dry. Instead of succumbing to her demands, Vladya had threatened to strip her of some of her privileges. She had been forced to give in.

In reality, Sinai had fed his beast diligently over the centuries more out of self-preservation than genuine care, but that had changed with Emeriel's arrival. In her defense, she never thought her male would recover from feral madness.

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