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

Chapter 410: "How is he?" Ottai asked, moving further into the room.

"Still refusing food, Your Highness. No sign of waking in the past four days," the head maid replied.

The longest stretch yet.

A week without sustenance, and four days without opening his eyes. Typically, he would awaken every other day, staying conscious for a brief thirty minutes before slipping back into unconsciousness. Now, his slumber grew longer. Deeper.

"His temperature?" Ottai asked, his eyes briefly scanning the untouched feast.

"I've kept it regulated as best I can, but it's barely holding," Livia looked at the grand king's feverish face. "He's heating up faster."

Ottai gave a small nod. "Thank you, Livia. You are one of the few humans I can trust with him. You've done well."

"It's an honor, my lord." She hesitated. "Was your trip successful?"

"Yes," Lord Ottai's lips curved into a faint smile. "They are back in Urai."

The older woman beamed. "That's a relief."

"It is. You have been here all day. Go and get some rest, Livia." She summoned the maids, who swiftly packed away the untouched platters of food. With an incline of their heads, Livia and the guard departed with them.

Ottai took a seat beside Daemonikai in the stifling quiet.

"I know wherever you have retreated must be far more appealing than reality, Daemon," Ottai said, his eyes fixed on the still form. "Perhaps that's why I cannot judge you too harshly."

"But this place you have hidden yourself in-it's not real."

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"The eclipse moon night is nearly upon us once again. We cannot do this without you. Your people need you. I need you." A tight knot formed in his chest. "Please, come back before you are lost to us forever."

Ottai hoped against hope that something-anything-would stir in the grand king. But there was no response.

No change. Nothing.

MISTRESS SINAI

She stormed down the hall, her shoulders trembling with the force of her fury.

Why was Ukrae suddenly determined to make her life a living hell? Why were the fates conspiring against her, snatching away her hard-won peace?

What had she done to deserve this torment?

Emeriel is back.

Emeriel dared to return!

Two years of peace shattered by a mere fly she could swat away. One she should have squashed years ago.

Sinai rounded a corner, and there she was.

The mistress gasped, coming to an abrupt stop. Had she not been looking so fervently, she might have passed without realizing the "lady" before her was Emeriel.

The transformation was staggering. So much so it left Sinai's jaw on the floor.

Gone were the rough male slave uniforms. In their place was an elaborately designed gown, adorned with intricate stones and diamonds that shimmered with every movement.

Her hair, once pulled into a tight bun, now cascaded down her back like a black waterfall, decorated with glittering stones and delicate lace that caught the light. Stunning. Commanding.

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