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

Chapter 330: Ottai turned pale. "Do you think he's stuck in a half-shift?"

Daemonikai observed Vladya's figure, his keen eyes studying every tremor, every twitch of muscle. "I think he's too agitated to revert."

Daemonikai wasn't entirely certain, but it had to be. The alternative was unthinkable.

AEKEIRA All day, the air in Blackstone was thick with fear, rumors darting through the corridors like arrows. Whispers of their ruler's descent into madness stirred a collective dread.

Tales of his abrupt disappearances, unpredictable actions, and today's isolation had the people terrified. Murmurs that had once been mere shadows of suspicion had solidified into a clear truth. Their ruler was going feral.

The fortress buzzed with melancholy all day.

Aekeira freshened up, staring at her reflection in the mirror, trying to shake the dread and anxiety that clung to her. How is he? Is he alright? She sighed, running a quick comb through the tangled strands of her hair. Her mind wandered to Em.

Perhaps she could go check on her. Bring her back from Lord Herod's estate if the pain of heat recovery had eased. At least that was within her control.

"Aekeira, are you in there?" a soldier's voice shattered the quiet.

She stilled. Was it Yaz? "Yes, soldier."

"The Grand King summons you to Blackstone's royal residence."

Her heart lurched in her chest. The Grand King? Why? King Daemonikai had never summoned her before, and she much preferred it that way. Was it about Em?

The thought sent a fresh wave of panic through her.

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Following Yaz, Aekeira's heart thudded wildly with every step. The closer they got, her nerves went into overdrive. At their destination, she barely registered Yaz's announcement or his departure.

Her eyes were fixed on the floor, but she noticed the heavy black robes signifying the presence of not one, but two grand rulers.

"Look at me, human."

The command wasn't harsh, but the deep voice held an undeniable authority that forced Aekeira's head up.

"Y-Your Grace." So close to him, Aekeira was struck by his sheer size and presence. He was more imposing than she'd thought. Tall, broad, and intimidating. How did Em do it?

"So, you are Aekeira." His emerald eyes scrutinized her, sharp and assessing.

Aekeira's fingers dug into her knuckles. "Yes, your Grace."

"You look incredibly familiar." A frown creased his brow. "We have not met before, but you look like a girl I know."

Heavens, please, no. Aekeira's stomach twisted in knots, fear shooting through her like a thunderstorm. Don't mention Em… don't mention her.

"Her name is Galilea," King Daemonikai continued in a contemplative tone. "Betrothed to one of my high lords. A princess, just like you."

"I-I…" Aekeira was tongue-tied.

Lord Ottai tilted his head slightly. "I don't know Lord Herod's betrothed personally," he said, observing her curiously. "But I'm surprised. She bears quite the resemblance to her brother, Emeriel."

"Mmm, that too." The grand king cocked his head, his gaze sharp. "Is the boy with no scent your brother?"

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