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

Chapter 826 Chapter 826: Daemonikai snorted. "I think you're right, actually. You've got it figured out, Ottai." He turned toward him. "How's Morina?" Ottai grimaced. "Recovering from the heat is a pain, but she's doing better now, thanks to Ukrae. I hate seeing her suffer." "We all do," Daemonikai murmured, clasping Ottai's shoulder. As Ottai walked toward the court, Daemonikai looked at Vladya with a hesitant expression-unusual for him. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ ƒind ηøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Look, I want to apologize for the other night," Vladya said. "For the way I spoke to you. I shouldn't have-" "Aekeira's really got you by the balls now, doesn't she?" Daemonikai raised an eyebrow. "Since when do you apologize for being a spoiled brat?" That was all it took. Vladya relaxed, rolling his eyes. "I'm trying to be mature and-" "You're ruining it." "There's nothing to apologize for," Daemonikai said simply. "Truth is, that night I wanted to beat the shit out of you. And I probably would have, if I'd woken up this morning as the same man who walked into Frostfall two nights ago.

But I didn't. What you said... it was the push I needed. And I thank you for it." Vladya's eyes lit up. "So the bond is back? You can feel it?" "I can." Daemonikai smiled, placing a hand over his chest. "Right here." "You left it open? You're not shielding?" Vladya chuckled. "That's not very responsible of you, Great King Daemonikai." Hearing his own past reprimands thrown back at him wasn't the most pleasant experience, but Daemonikai took it with a growl. "Give me a break. Damn it...

It's been centuries since I felt this bond." Tradition dictated that a Urekai never left their bond open outside of private quarters, whether with a mate or a blood host. In public, shielding was necessary. Leaving it open meant exposure, and feeling the emotions of one's bond in real time could easily become a distraction from court matters and daily obligations. "You'll need to shield when we enter the court," Vladya reminded him. "I know. It's still open only because Emeriel is sleeping." "I understand," Vladya said with a small gesture.

"I was just teasing you." Then his tone shifted, more serious. "Congratulations, Daemon. I know how much this means to you." Daemonikai nodded silently, mouthing a quiet thank you. "When you complete your rituals and your soul has recovered, you'll be able to feel your bond with Aekeira in its fullest form too." . . .