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

Chapter 462: "I wish to spend the rest of the day with you."

She made a nervous dart of her head. "It would be unkind of me to monopolize your attention, considering your quite busy schedule, Your Grace."

Hiding his smile, Daemonikai said smoothly, "I assure you, my schedule has already been cleared. I am, after all, a king recovering from one of the deadliest illnesses ever to afflict our kind." He shrugged. "My advisors insist I need more rest, and I can think of no better rest than to spend time with you."

Their exchange was attracting attention. Even the human women nearby were gushing over his words. "Go with him, Princess," one of the women to Emeriel's left whispered in excitement.

"Follow His Grace," another echoed from the right. "You know you want to."

Moments like this made his heightened hearing a blessing.

"Nothing would bring me greater joy, Your Grace, but… uhm…" She gestured to the array of seedlings. "I must transplant these to the garden behind the fortress. It will take quite a while, and I cannot simply-"

"We will do it," several slaves volunteered in unison. The rest of the nearby workers chorused, "Just leave it to us, Princess Emeriel."

"Leave it to them," Daemonikai echoed, extending his hand with a smile.

With a resigned sigh, Emeriel placed her smaller hand in his, allowing him to lead her away.

But the further they ventured past the crowd, into more secluded areas, the stiffer her shoulders became.

Oh, she was mad, alright.

The best course of action would probably be to talk things through, to address the issues that separated them. But their last attempt had ended disastrously, and Daemonikai was well aware of his deficiencies. He wasn't good at this-not the talking, not the wooing.

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So, he would play dirty. That was his plan.

The angry princess spun around. "I do not appreciate-"

Daemonikai shifted.

His body expanded, fur erupting along his limbs, claws extending as his male form melted away, making way for his beast. He stretched his powerful limbs, enjoying the familiar sensation of raw power flowing through his muscles. It had been a while.

"Oh…" Emeriel breathed, the tension melting away in an instant. The anger vanished as if it had never been there.

For the first time since her return, Daemonikai saw her eyes light up. A genuine, dazzling smile spread across her face.

"Hey, friend," she raised her hand, palm open, extended toward him.

His assumptions were correct. Emeriel's animosity toward him didn't extend to his beast. His Beloved was partial that way. For once, fortune was on his side.

Daemonikai had seen the memories of their relationship in his feral state, and he knew just how much she adored his second half. The beast was, in a way, her first love.

Raising a massive paw, he pressed it gently against her outstretched hand, and she intertwined her fingers with his claws.

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