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

Chapter 347: Was Vladya alright now? Was his state of mind in a better place?

These days, with Vladya, one could never be too sure.

Ottai still could not shake the shock he had felt at Blackstone earlier, the memory still fresh as the moment it had happened. Never in all his days had he imagined Vladya would be attracted to the pretty little princess. The same human girl he had hated.

What Ottai had witnessed went beyond mere attraction. He knew a strong fixation when he saw one. "I might as well satisfy my desires with that girl and be done with it. I am done fighting my urges." Ottai remembered Vladya snarling these words to him, on the night of the new slaves' introduction.

It was clear the desire was far from "done with." Very much alive, that one. It even seemed stronger now.

The noise of a chair creaking pulled Ottai out of his thoughts.

"I think Lord Belzebob is right," Lord Gaff said, rising. "In the kingdom of mages, their strategic position, akin to our own, provides them with similar challenges and opportunities. An alliance with them could deter aggression from common enemies."

Grand King Daemonikai was seated upon his throne, listening intently, his quill moving across the parchment before him. Due to his recent absence, he had a lot of work to do. Seeing him behind the small oak table, focused, methodical, and in control, made Ottai emotional.

Just like the old days.

"It says here…" The grand king's fingers traced the lines of text. "…that a summit could serve as the initial step." He looked up from the parchment. "Is that the course of action you are proposing for introducing this strengthened bond, Diplomatic Affairs?"

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Lord Belzebob rose, nodding with confidence. "Yes, Your Highness. A summit would-"

Daemonikai roared.

It was so sudden, so unexpected. They gasped, some lords nearly toppling from their chairs, while others looked like trapped deer.

The grand king sprang from his throne with such force that the table rattled, parchment fluttering to the floor. His second roar was even louder, shaking the very walls.

"What is going on…!?" someone shouted.

"Your Grace!?" another voice called out, filled with concern.

"Are you alright, Your Grace!?" a third chimed in.

More voices joined. But their words were drowned out by the growing agitation, murmurs filled with wariness, fear, and confusion.

Vladya moved fast to stand beside Daemonikai. "What is it, Daemon? Are you alright?"

Ottai, too, hurried closer, his eyes darting between the grand king and Vladya, more than a little worried. What the hell is going on?

King Daemonikai shifted.

The change was so rapid it nearly gave Ottai whiplash. One moment, the grand king stood before them, and the next, his beast had taken his place.

Massive, lethal, and as usual, not happy.

The court froze. Their concerns turned to flat-out terror. Every soul present went stiff, very much afraid. There was nothing normal about this.

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