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

Chapter 573: "I only dropped by to tell you this," he continued with an easy smile. "I know you're intelligent beneath all that rage and anger, so use your brain wisely, Sinai. You are vulnerable here. There's no place to run. Don't give me a reason to kill you."

"This is completely unnecessary," she mumbled, avoiding his eyes. "W-why would I accuse you of something so absurd without any clear evidence? You could easily deny it and have me sentenced to death. I'm not stupid."

"See? Smart." Zaiper stepped back. "Now that we have established that, try to be patient. You may be suffering, but take comfort in the fact that no real punishment will come your way. After all, you are not just any bloodhost, you're his bloodhost."

He continued. "Daemonikai is strong, with more self-control than most, but no one can resist the blood of a bloodhost for long. Sooner or later, he will reach his limit. Although, with what I have in mind, he would regret not drinking from you sooner." Her ears perked up with interest. "Please tell me this plan, I'm so curious."

"Let's just say, Emeriel will be dying in her Soulbond's hands really soon," Zaiper drawled, grinning. "This plan is foolproof. No one can interfere with it."

Sinai couldn't resist a jab. "Well, except for the Oracle."

Zaiper's face paled.

"Don't even joke about something like that!" he sneered.

Sinai shivered at the implications of her own jest and lowered her head. "I apologize, My Lord."

As he turned to leave, he glanced over his shoulder. "As for being in here, do what you always do, pretty Sinai. Beg, manipulate, grovel. In some ways, you know that male better than any of us. Appeal to his deepest senses, and you will be free in no time."

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She glared after him, her anger boiling even after he'd disappeared.

"Beg, manipulate, grovel." She mocked under her breath, twisting her face in disgust. "You're not the one rotting away in here, occasionally vomiting buckets of blood just to feel normal." Turning away, she hissed. "Bastard."

PRINCESS EMERIEL

The fire in the hearth had burned low, lighting up the room with a flickering glow. She and Daemonikai lay nestled together on the plush bed, after they had bathed, and he applied ointment to her bruises. They propped up on their elbows, facing each other.

Emeriel traced a lazy pattern on his chest with her fingertip.

"You are lost in thought," Daemonikai observed. "What are you thinking about?"

"Hmm?" Emeriel blinked, meeting his gaze. "Oh, it's nothing, really. It's just… my sister," she confessed with a sigh. "I left her with quite a shock before our unexpected trip."

"Our child."

Emeriel nodded sadly.

"She will be alright. Vladya is with her. He will ensure she doesn't worry too much."

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