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

Chapter 646: "What are you doing here, Your Majesties? You should not have come."

"Today is the celestial offering from the southern people," Daemonikai reminded her patiently.

"We are here to observe the rites, as is our duty."

"I am well aware of that," she placed the bundle of herbs on the ground before rising. "But you rarely attend such ceremonies. I assumed you would not trouble yourselves to be here. And you…" Her eyes shifted to Vladya.

"You are not even a Southerner. You rule the Western Clans. What business do you have here?"

"The Oracle's home is open to all, and the Oracle receives whomever seeks her. The Oracle does not discriminate," Vladya recited from the sacred book with amusement.

The grumpy old lady huffed, muttering something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like, "That damned book again."

Daemonikai's brow furrowed.

"Do you truly not wish us here?" Vladya was bothered too. He could not recall a time when she had hesitated to grant them an audience.

She sighed, shaking her head.

"That is not it, Great Grand King, and I apologize if I have given that impression. But your females are entering their heat cycles. You should not be here."

The moment the words left her lips, she doubled over, coughing violently.

Blood spattered onto the ground, her face contorted in pain.

Vladya scoffed.

"Let me guess, you've just said something you shouldn't have-wait." His face changed when the words hit home.

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The Oracle straightened, wiping the blood from her mouth.

"I have already begun, I may as well finish. Yes, the princesses have entered the peak of their cycles. Now, more than ever, they need their males with them."

Daemonikai's mouth was agape as he stared at her blankly.

But Vladya could not help wearing a deep scowl.

"Wait, Oracle. There seems to be a misunderstanding. Aekeira cannot go into-"

"She can. And she has," the Oracle interrupted impatiently.

"I told you to watch for the signs, did I not? Your woman has always been a Syren, compatible with you. Why do you think your connection with her has always run so deep, even in the beginning, when you believed you hated her? Why did you feel those urges whenever you were intimate with her-to unleash on her, to release in the womb? Why did her blood call to you? Why do the voices in your head always go silent when she is near? Why do your feral episodes now come fewer and farther between?"

Her words struck Vladya like a hammer against an anvil.

"You have been with your soulbond all along, Grand Lord Vladya." The Oracle coughed blood again.

"The first ritual was successful. And because her traits were long overdue to manifest, the slightest nudge at the place where your soul should be shot her straight into a full heat."

Vladya heard every word, but they collided with a wall in his head.

Syren?

Soulbond?

His knees went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

Or would have, if Daemonikai had not suddenly been there, steadying him with a firm grip.

Vladya turned his bewildered gaze to his friend, searching for reassurance. He found a slow, genuine smile on Daemonikai's face. So Daemonikai had heard it too. The words were truly spoken.

Not conjured from countless dreams.

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