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

Chapter 828 Chapter 828: S~ᴇaʀᴄh the ƒind ηøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Sit down," Daemonikai ordered. Reluctantly, the council returned to their seats. And for the first time in a long while, they were about to address the elephant in the room. "What do you have, Grand Lord Gaff?" Daemonikai asked. "Thank you, Your Grace." Gaff cleared his throat, visibly uneasy. "The truth is, I have a suggestion. And I must say, it's not just my opinion.

Some of the other lords mentioned it casually while we were drinking at the tavern." He looked at the lords he referenced. None of them met his gaze. Some cleared their throats. Some stared at the floor. Daemonikai's patience thinned. "Go on." Gaff braced himself. "Instead of facing the night alone, we thought... maybe we should ask the werewolves for protection. We are allies, aren't we? They could protect us-just for that night." Murmurs rose. Some scoffed at the absurdity, others considered it. "Absolutely not," Daemonikai snapped, silencing the room.

"The fewer who know of our vulnerability, the better. The humans already knew enough, and the damage caused by that knowledge was catastrophic." "Yes, we now know it was one of our own who betrayed us, but that doesn't erase the fact that many of us were slaughtered by human blades." He cast a cold look across the court. "And now you suggest we trust the werewolves? Beasts stronger than any human-far more powerful.

Even if they are our allies, how can we trust-" "Someone, on a night when we are completely defenseless, when none of us can protect what we love?" "But with the Chalice, we'll have strength," intervened Grand Lord Jakal. "And what if, like that night, it is taken from us?" Daemonikai fixed his gaze on him, trying to contain his anger. They were only suggesting something, and the truth was it made some sense. But he didn't want to consider it. Not after the last time. The mere thought of repeating that failure made bile rise in his throat. "Daemon, stay calm," Vladya murmured.

Daemonikai looked over and saw that Vladya was staring intently at his hand. Following his gaze, he noticed that his claws had extended. A deep breath. Two deep breaths. His claws slid back in. Daemonikai straightened. "There will be no werewolves. No external forces. We will face it ourselves." . . .