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

Chapter 797 Chapter 797: Her behavior, the way she packed-anything that seemed out of place. The words poured out of Nora faster than diarrhea could catch them. Stumbling. Sobbing. Tripping over her words, but she gave him everything. Some details were redundant. Others, hilariously unnecessary. But she was thorough. More thorough than he had expected. Daemonikai listened without interrupting. At one point, he requested a chair and sat down, arms crossed, as the story unfolded before him. Afternoon gave way to midnight.

By the time the handmaiden finished speaking, Daemonikai's insides were a battlefield. He now knew Sinai had spent far more time with Zaiper than she had ever admitted. She had shared his bed. Often. There had even been a violent confrontation between her and Zaiper's favorite concubine over their sordid entanglement. How, when her blood host and the former Second Ruler spoke, there was always something hidden in their words. An undercurrent of secrets and exchanged glances that had meant far more than anyone imagined. And the night Sinai attacked Emeriel with poison-tipped arrows...

She had spent the entire day in Zaiper's chambers. She had packed thoroughly for her so-called trip. She had taken more gold than any noble would ever need for a short vacation. Sinai had not gone to rest or recover; her journey was no retreat nor escape. She had gone to meet her accomplice. Laelsainai Gurtazivrk was Zaiper's accomplice. Your escape begins with gⱯlnσνℓs․m "Wegai!" Daemonikai roared with force. Wegai appeared instantly. "Your Grace!" "Send a message to all Storm Riders, Beast Hunters, and Tracker Sentinels," Daemonikai ordered as he rose to his feet.

"As of this moment, Laelsainai Gurtazivrk is declared a fugitive of Urai. Search every dwelling, every cave, every border. Leave no stone unturned, no shadow untouched." "Hunt her. Catch her. Drag her before me." Wegai saluted. "As His Majesty commands!" Two months later They returned to the kingdom with the first light of dawn. The Great King Daemonikai dismounted in one smooth motion. Dust clung to his dark cloak, his armor stained with the grime of a long pursuit. . . .