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

Chapter 232: Dangerous territory. Retreat.

"You are as high as a giant's toenail," Vladya murmured, scooping her up into his arms. Her body felt pliant and warm against him. "You need to sleep this off."

Holding her in his arms felt incredibly right. This was not good. Not good at all.

With steady strides, Lord Vladya carried her out of the woods. The cool night air mingled with the warmth radiating from her, creating a peculiar sense of calmness within him. His bloodlust was not sated, but he was surprised at how just drinking from her had been enough to quell the harshest of his hunger. Usually, it took at least five to achieve such an effect. Who exactly was this brave princess in his arms?

He glanced down, her eyes heavy-lidded and fixed on him. Her lashes fluttered like raven wings, a rosy flush still coloring her cheeks. Who was this female who had so effortlessly invaded his life and taken up residence in his thoughts?

"You are very handsome," she mumbled, her voice thick with sleepiness. "The handsomest in this kingdom."

"If the bloodfeeding has impaired your vision, it is further proof you need to sleep this off."

"My vision is perfectly fine," she protested, slurring every word. "Why are you always so cross with me? I was not even born five hundred years ago."

A muscle twitched in his jaw. He continued moving without saying a word, refusing to acknowledge the statement. Because, in the end, the girl was right. She was not alive at that time.

Soon, he reached the clearing where Yaz and the rest of his men stood waiting, their forms shadowy against the moonlit backdrop. Yaz ran forward. "I will take her, Your Highness."

"I will do it." Vladya kept walking, cradling Aekeira closer.

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She had offered herself for him to feed from. Freely, willingly. Twice. It was only courteous on his part to take her to her bed.

It had nothing to do with her feeling so good in his arms or his reluctance to let go. And it certainly was not because her scent, so close like this, was… comforting.

The girl was sound asleep by the time they reached the gates of Ravenshadow. Her breathing was slow and even, her body completely relaxed in his hold.

He did not want to give the people something new to gossip about, nor did he want to give Zaiper more ideas. So he forced himself to reluctantly give her to Yaz.

In the girl's chambers, he stood at the foot of her bed, watching her sleep, his men standing guard outside the door. The rhythmic rise and fall of her chest was hypnotic.

She looked even younger. Peaceful. So disgustingly beautiful.

Her hair fanned out on the pillow like a dark halo, and her lips were slightly parted, a portrait of peaceful innocence.

"I am madder at you than the rest of your kind, Aekeira. I was perfectly okay until you came along. I should have never ventured to Navia with Ottai. We should have gone to another human kingdom," he sighed, his voice a low murmur in the quiet room.

Are you sure? His mind asked.

The girl distracted him, made him feel things he never wanted to feel again, got under his skin, and made him so out of control, and he hated all of it.

But the truth was, he wanted the girl here anyway. Here in Urai, in Ravenshadow. Here in Blackstone.

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