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

Chapter 594: Grinding his teeth, he shifted his hand. Claws lengthened, his hand grew bigger, and he slammed it against the locks.

A series of savage, powerful strikes shattered the locks one after the other. The metal clattered to the floor, and with a single heave, he threw the gates open and stepped out into the corridor.

It was deserted.

The emptiness disturbed him. Making his way down the narrow halls, he saw no faces. No patrols, no servants, no chatter. Where are the soldiers?

Only when he emerged into the heart of Frostfall did he finally catch movement.

Townsfolk saw him and scattered.

Their greetings were rushed and nervous, their gazes darting to the ground as they scrambled out of his way.

Nothing unusual there-he was accustomed to their reverence, their fear. Yet, something seemed different.

Some of his people looked relieved to see him. Others looked terrified.

Before he could dwell on it, a familiar voice broke through.

"Your Grace! You're awake!"

Turning, he saw Wegai hurrying toward him. His head guard's face was unusually flushed, looking surprised.

"Of course I'm awake." His tone was light but touched with irritation as he resumed walking, heading toward Emeriel's chambers. "Were you hoping I wouldn't be?"

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"Never, Your Majesty." Wegai fell into step behind him.

Daemonikai stopped before her chamber door, knocking once before pushing it open.

His brow furrowed as his eyes swept the empty room.

"She's not here?" He glanced back at Wegai. "Is she in the garden?"

Wegai hesitated. "You… don't remember?"

"Remember what?" Closing the door, he turned to face Wegai fully. "What happened? I can't recall much of yesterday-just training the recruits."

"Yesterday?" Wegai's expression shifted from surprise to something else-pained? He lowered his eyes. "That was three days ago, Your Grace."

Daemonikai stared, convinced he must have misheard.

So, he waited, expecting Wegai to crack a smile or apologize for his poorly timed joke.

But the head guard's face remained somber.

"What the hell are you saying?" Daemonikai growled.

Wegai bowed his head low. "I believe Grand Lord Vladya would be in a better position to explain, my king."

A cold weight settled in Daemonikai's chest.

Dread pooled deep inside him.

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