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

Chapter 597: Her hands, visible by her sides, bore deep discoloration, though the swelling had gone down. Her left hand was bandaged.

Daemonikai stood still.

Then he exhaled shakily, stepping closer to her.

Reaching out, he pulled the bedding back, exposing more of her battered body. "The healers have been here constantly these past three days," Vladya said from behind him. "So far, there hasn't been any fatal damage, and her treatments are going well. They said she will heal… with time."

Daemonikai's eyes moved over her slowly, lingering on every visible wound, every abrasion, every bruise.

"She woke yesterday evening but was in a lot of… pain," Vladya shook his head. "They had to put her back to sleep."

Daemonikai sank onto the edge of the bed, staring at her face.

He didn't speak.

He didn't move.

He just sat there, staring at her as if, by sheer willpower, he could undo the damage.

And that was how minutes stretched into hours.

Even when the healer entered to administer her afternoon medicines, Daemonikai didn't leave her side. He did not move, his eyes never leaving her face as they applied salves and tinctures.

Later, Livia arrived with the young slave girl, both of them moving quietly around. They cleaned Emeriel with care, changing her clothes and the bedding, before slipping out just as quietly.

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The afternoon crawled by.

Shadows lengthened on the walls.

Eventually, Vladya had to leave for court. But as he did, his mind stayed behind in that chamber, worried for his old friend and his woman.

The court was somber, filled with tension.

While Zaiper presided over the proceedings, Vladya sat stiffly, his thoughts drifting to Emeriel and Daemonikai again and again. He barely registered most of the session.

It was a pattern he'd fallen into over the past three days.

"I will be leading tomorrow's rain ritual," Zaiper announced to the court. "As you all know, the Grand King is… indisposed." Vladya forced himself to focus on the present.

"Speaking of the Grand King, how is he doing?" Lord Gaff asked, his voice measured, probing.

Zaiper's smirk was sharp. "Well, his mind is gone again-"

"We cannot say that for certain right now," Ottai cut in, shooting Zaiper a glare out of the corner of his eye. "We will provide a clearer answer to that later."

Daryl, the High Lord of Trade, cleared his throat uncomfortably. "There are… rumors flying around. Not just about his state of mind, but about… uhm, his woman. Or rather, what he did to his woman. How true is this rumor?"

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