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

Chapter 394: "Mmm." Zaiper stroked his imaginary beard. "He is the only one who lost everything all at once, though."

"Look at you, living your best life," Sinai said bitterly. "What was supposed to be a 'little collateral damage' turned out to be the biggest problem of mine."

Zaiper's amusement vanished, and his face turned cold.

"We swore never to bring that night back to life again." His gray eyes were pools of black rage. "We vowed never to discuss it." "I apologize, Your Highness," Sinai backtracked. "Please, forgive me. I spoke carelessly, without thought."

"It's never too late to start thinking. You do not wish to do it beyond the grave, do you?"

Her blood froze. Did he just threaten me?

"You know what happens if what happened that night comes to light, do you not?"

"I do." Sinai could not even bear to think about it. "Please, forgive me."

"Be careful next time, Sinai." His words dripped with menace. "There are things that should remain buried. Things that should never be spoken of."

Fear chewed at her from the inside.

"Fine, fine, I said I was sorry."

Zaiper stepped very close to her until only a breath separated them and caressed her neck. Then, his hand closed around it. He didn't squeeze, but the pressure was unmistakable.

"Vladya is gone. Daemonikai will soon be gone too. Ottai is merely a wind I could blow over, and then I become the sole ruler. A place where even the truth cannot hurt us, for I could easily make it disappear. We are almost at the end, Sinai. Let's keep it that way."

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"I will, I will," she croaked, nodding.

"Good." He released her, his smile returning. "Now, let's talk about the price for that land."

YAZ

Yaz said nothing. He couldn't feign surprise. The thought had tormented him for years.

But thinking it was one thing. Acting on it was another.

"We cannot do that, and you know it. Lord Zaiper would never allow it."

"Lord Zaiper does not need to know."

"That in itself is preposterous," Yaz scoffed. "We cannot consider something of that magnitude without authorization. The consequences would be…"

"Lord Ottai," Wegai cut in. "He is still a ruler. He can help."

Yaz had considered this too. "And if he does not?"

"We do it anyway."

"Such a move is delicate," Yaz said. "One wrong move, and we're playing right into Lord Zaiper's hands. He's been waiting for a reason to get rid of us."

Wegai stared at the distant mountains, their peaks covered in mist. "I cannot let this continue. We lose them more every day. Who am I kidding? We've already lost them. Now we grasp at straws."

Yaz didn't argue. Wegai was right.

His master had fought valiantly, clinging to the promise he'd made to the grand king. Yaz had witnessed it all: the suffering, the resistance. But it hadn't been enough. When the will to live flickers and dies, life itself becomes a fragile, elusive thing. His master, though not yet fully feral, was… not himself either.

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