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

Chapter 72: Ottai stared at him.

"The humans are not only evil, they are beneath us. They will serve us for all eternity." He smirked. "I eagerly anticipate this presentation." Grand Lord Zaiper's eyes gleamed. "There is a particular slave I am interested in."

"Let me guess, the human royals we brought in? The siblings?" Ottai questioned.

"You guessed right, Ottai. The boy is quite attractive, but the girl… she is a sight to behold when she is unclothed." GRAND LORD VLADYA

Vladya stiffened, anger coursing through him at the remark. "Not the girl," he blurted out, regretting his words the instant they left his lips.

Ottai and Zaiper looked surprised, but they were not half as shocked as Vladya himself.

"You are interested in the human girl? You?" Ottai exclaimed.

"I am not," Vladya stated calmly, relieved that his voice remained composed. He resumed his scribbling. "She belongs to the feral."

"Nonsense. Matters like that do not concern you. I have had nearly every slave, every maiden you have been with, and you have never batted an eyelash." Zaiper's gaze grew more penetrating, suspicious. "Is this girl different? Do you want her?"

Vladya would sooner sever his own arm.

He signaled to the soldier, who stepped forward and took the scroll from him. Rising from his throne, he approached Zaiper and stopped in front of him. "If you ever speak of this again, you will not like the way I respond."

The second ruler's face paled, and he cleared his throat. "There is no need to get so serious. Fine, you do not have an interest in the girl. That's a good thing for me, as I am considering having either her or the boy. So, let's not dwell on it. No need to get all… like that."

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Ottai stared at Vladya, puzzled, but Vladya ignored him, returning to his throne and lowering himself onto it once more.

An awkward silence hung in the air.

"Anyway, let us discuss the preparations," Lord Ottai finally broke the tension.

EMERIEL

As the hours passed, the beast made no move to attack Emeriel while he cleaned, and by the time he was done, his fear had somewhat abated.

Perhaps the creature had some sort of routine, a specific time or day when its instincts demanded certain needs… Perhaps today was not the day it became horny.

It made sense, in a way. It would explain why Aekiera was not sent in all the time and why his bloodhost only visited occasionally. The thought was oddly soothing and calmed the last of his fears.

Exhausted, Emeriel decided to take a brief respite.

And what better place to find safety and tranquility than a spot that both slaves and masters avoided like the plague?

Emeriel settled on the floor in front of the imposing metal gates, his legs folded under him, leaving some distance between himself and the gate.

"It's not as if you would understand a word I say, right? Sometimes, it's simply hard to believe you were once the great grand king," he spoke aloud. "You probably have even more reason to hate humans than Grand Lord Vladya does."

The feral creature lay down, its jaw resting on the floor, eyes still fixed on Emeriel.

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