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

Chapter 712: "You don't need to do it out of desire; do it out of duty," she wiped her tears, sniffling.

"Do it for us."

Daemonikai closed his eyes. But her voice followed him into the darkness behind his lids.

"Start tonight. Do not delay it. Do not overthink it. Just do it…" MISTRESS SINAI

While the rest of the Citadel slept, Mistress Sinai lay awake in her bed, staring at the darkness above. Enjoying the luxury of her quarters was incredibly amazing. But she was very sad.

Only yesterday had she been released from that wretched prison cell she had begun to think she would never leave. She did not know if it was the result of the endless petitions sent in her name or the joy of the pregnancies. Perhaps both. A handful of prisoners had been granted freedom too. The real reason mattered little… she was back.

Back in her domain. Back in her silks and perfumes. Back where every servant bent the knee when she passed. Sinai had not realized how much she would miss these simple luxuries until they had been stripped from her.

And so, in the hours since her return, she had basked in the sunlight on her terrace, squandered good coin on wines and spices, and indulged herself in every pleasure she had taken for granted.

But when night fell, the darkness returned with it.

Now she lay in her bed, staring into nothing. Her body cradled by silk and feather down, yet she may as well have been shackled in that cold cell. Sleep did not come, and she was incredibly sad.

Was it time to give up? Daemonikai will never be mine, will he?

Never did she imagine she would ask herself such questions. Yet in recent days, it was all she asked. It was misery at its peak, and it hurt her pride to entertain such notions. To think she had been outdone by a wretched human. Centuries of waiting, of scheming, of devotion… all for nothing. Daemonikai had chosen another. And now, she was carrying his child.

Emeriel carried in her belly the heir Sinai had longed to give him herself.

She fisted the sheets, stubbornly refusing to shed tears. This was no longer a contest she could win through seduction or cunning smiles. No, Daemonikai was building a family again. One that would stabilize him yet again, and bind him away from her.

Perhaps it was time to give herself over, wholly and without reservation, to the Second Ruler.

If she could not have Daemonikai, she could have something else she'd always wanted just as fiercely-the crown. The title of Grand Queen. And together, they might bring Daemonikai to his knees.

For if Sinai could not have him, she would gladly see him die. No one else would have him. No one.

A sharp knock rattled the door.

"Mistress," came a soldier's voice.

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At this hour? She scowled at the ceiling before answering.

"What is it? Leave me be, it is far too late for this nonsense."

A brief hesitation.

"The Grand King summons you."

She bolted upright.

"The message is to come… prepared."

She knocked once.

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