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

Chapter 468: To think that the lady before him, writing so gracefully, was the same male slave who had served his meal two years ago, stooped over and skittish. It was completely unbelievable.

And he could still feel her gaze on him from time to time.

Was this the right moment to bring up the past? To address the rift between them?

That day in the woods, she had been adamant about not wanting to hear his apologies or explanations. With his first attempt having been a disaster, Daemonikai hadn't figured out how to approach the topic again. But he was enjoying this calm between them now. Selfish though it might be, he didn't want this tranquility to end. No, he would wait. His chance would come. Another time.

PRINCESS EMERIEL

Emeriel needed a slap. Or maybe ten. Anything at all to stop herself from eyeing King Daemonikai across the desk.

Your beloved, that ever-present voice of her annoying little self reared up again.

No, not my beloved. The grand king of Urai.

The voice snorted, mocking her shamelessly.

He worked with complete focus, his gaze moving across the ledgers, occasionally pausing to make calculations.

His brows furrowed when something didn't add up, only to smooth out once he resolved it.

The way his quill moved across the paper was almost… seductive, really. Or maybe that was just her.

She felt warm. Every part of her was acutely aware of him. Every sigh, every shift in his seat-Emeriel felt it all.

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And you wonder why you've only managed to review three trade records in hours? Her inner voice tsked. Your most productive work so far has been ogling your Beloved.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she gave herself a firm mental shake. Get a grip, you gawking, horny fool.

Resolving to focus, she picked up a ledger and forced her attention on its figures.

A moment later, Emeriel could no longer ignore the inconsistencies. She frowned. "Some of these numbers don't add up."

King Daemonikai raised his head. "Let me see," he extended his hand.

Emeriel passed him the ledger, careful not to let their fingers brush.

"Ah, Lord Zaiper's transaction records over the year."

"Yes." Emeriel reclaimed the ledger, her brows knitting together as she reviewed the figures again. "There's a glaring gap here. These records don't align at all."

"With Zaiper, they rarely do," Daemonikai said with a wry tone. "He always has an excuse ready for them."

"But isn't this a crime?" Emeriel asked incredulously. "The people are starving, and he's stealing from them?"

"When confronted, he insists that he's given the funds to the poor, starving villagers in the outer settlements. He even manages to find witnesses to back his story."

"But you suspect his claims aren't true?" Her lips thinned. "Why does he still get away with it? Lord Zaiper is neither a good ruler nor a decent man. I'm sure many would agree with me."

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