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

Chapter 620: The court stirred with whispers.

"As you all know, over the past few years, His Grace has faced certain… challenges. They have made it difficult for him to uphold his duties to this court and to the people. Perhaps it is time we revisit our sacred text, the Concord of Crowns."

At this, the murmurs grew louder, an uneasy tension filling the room.

Lords exchanged uncertain glances. Lord Henry rose, brows furrowed. "Are you suggesting we place a vote to impeach the current Grand King and allow the Second Ruler to assume the throne?"

"It would be the right thing to do," Zaiper said, turning to him. "The Concord of Crowns, Chapter Twelve, states that an ultimate ruler is always required, as he is the cornerstone of the kingdom." He paused. "Our kingdom is defenseless against attacks. So much unrest brews at our borders, and yet here we are, leaderless. We need steady hands to guide our people, to rise and stand firm as we have always done. But we have abandoned our sacred laws. It is time to return to them."

Scattered voices of agreement and dissent rose.

Some nodded gravely. Others frowned harder.

"There will be no need for that, Grand Lord Zaiper."

That voice of order cut through the court's clamor like thunder.

Every head turned toward the grand entrance.

Daemonikai stood there.

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Zaiper's joy fizzled out.

He was striking and magnetic.

Fully dressed in his ceremonial attire, the grand king's black robes today held a special design that set him apart from all others. The gold embroidery gleamed in the light. His soldiers fanned out as he walked further in, going to the podium. Seats creaked as everyone rose and bowed their heads in unison. "Your Majesty."

Daemonikai acknowledged them with a slight nod as he ascended to his throne.

"Your Grace," Zaiper inclined his head reluctantly, clenching his fists at his sides. "Rise."

The court straightened, resuming their seats. Tension still hung in the air, but there was a real undercurrent of relief. Some were even smiling.

Zaiper was trying to control his anger-he really was. But this was just too much. Could he never have his moment without it being ruined?

Daemonikai should still be wallowing in misery. After what he did to his woman, he should be too broken to show his face to court. What is he doing here?

Sweat gathered beneath Zaiper's robes.

Settling onto his throne, Daemonikai scanned the room before resting his gaze on him. Zaiper couldn't read him.

"I wish to apologize for my absence from court these past days," Daemonikai spoke in a calm, regal voice. "I was unwell, as many of you know. My bloodhost currently resides in the dungeon for her crimes against my female. Because of this, I have not been drinking from her as is customary. That was irresponsible of me, and I take full responsibility for it." The court listened in silence, hanging on his every word.

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. Message from Noah:

Hello, dear readers! Sorry for the delay this week - my birthday was two days ago, and I didn't have much time to release the chapters.

Two new novels will be released tomorrow. I hope you enjoy them!

God loves you, and Noah wishes you all the best. (ɔO‿=)ɔ ♥

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