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

Chapter 414: "Yet, you seem to fear these two females in particular."

"I FEAR NO HUMAN!" he roared. "I could crush them in my fist and scatter their remains across the desert before I'd ever fear them."

"Except you will do no such thing," Ottai rose and walked closer to him. His voice hardened. "Let me make myself clear. You do not have jurisdiction over them. They are not in Greyrock; they are in Blackstone and Frostfall. Anything you do, under any pretense of exerting the law, will be considered illegal and will be brought up in court."

"Did you just threaten me?" Zaiper growled. "Our people are hopeful again, and they are out for blood," Ottai stated. "If any harm comes to those two, I will sing like a canary about how much you relish Daemonikai and Vladya's suffering. One single harm." Ottai strode past Zaiper out of his study, throwing a final command over his shoulder. "Close the door after you when you leave, Lord Zaiper."

PRINCESS AEKEIRA

He recognized me.

Relief washed over Aekeira. Tears stung her eyes. "Who else would it be?" she choked out.

She felt the brush of his nose against her neck, tilting her head to the side, giving him better access.

A long, slow inhale.

"This feels like a dream," he growled.

"It's not. I'm here, in Urai." Unable to hold back any longer, she spun around and threw her arms around his neck, pulling him close. "I'm here."

He stilled.

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Then, he hugged her back. His arms encircling her waist, pulling her tight against him. One arm was a hand, the other a large, furred paw with sharp, elongated claws.

Aekeira didn't flinch. She didn't care. All that mattered was that he was here… and he remembered her.

"Aekeira…" he breathed.

She had never heard so many emotions wrapped into a single word.

"My Aekeira."

That sob tore from her throat.

She clung to him tighter, burying her face in his neck. His scent, clean and familiar, filled her senses.

And for the first time in years, she felt relaxed. Grounded.

Finally, after what felt like eternity, she pulled back, sniffling. "How did you recognize me?"

Grand Lord Vladya gently wiped the tears from Aekeira's face with his good hand, drinking her in.

Greedily devouring the sight of her.

Every emotion, both familiar, long-buried, and unfamiliar, swamped him.

He had been dead these past few years. Or at least, he felt that way.

When Aekeira left Urai, she had taken every atom of life from his body. If losing his soul had made him feel empty before, it was nothing compared to the void her absence had left.

Vladya had thought he could endure it. He had been so sure.

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