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

Chapter 852 Chapter 852: Merchant ships were heading towards the borders of the Wolfmen. It would be risky: most of the Urekai were already migrating home for the night of the eclipse, and only a fool would travel outside. But Sinai had no other option. As a fugitive, she would take whatever she could. Once she crossed into the Wolfmen's territory, she would disappear... stay hidden for a century or two. She had done it before. She would do it again. She was almost out of danger when a chill ran down her spine and the hairs on her arms stood up. Something is watching me.

Without hesitation, she ran. Footsteps echoed behind her. Quick. Too quick. Gaining. Her heart skipped a beat. They were right behind me. She turned, too late. A heavy force struck her on the side of her head. Her world wavered. The trees blurred. Her knees buckled. As she collapsed to the ground, her vision fading, the last thing she saw was... Cold, ruthless eyes-Kady's. TRADE FOR BARTER Four days had passed since the attack. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findnøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Fortunately, Vladya, Ottai, and the others had been diligent, ensuring that Emeriel received proper care while Daemonikai recovered from the cocktail of toxins that had temporarily debilitated him. He had been unconscious for twenty-four hours. And when he woke up, the first name he shouted was "Faiwick." The healer had arrived quickly, as serious as ever. "Her body is out of balance, Your Grace. Her pulse is too strong, too fast. After all this time, she should have stabilized, but she hasn't." It was a bitter pill to swallow. "What can be done? What have you done?

What more is needed?" "For now, she needs complete rest," Faiwick replied calmly. "I've given the headmaid a list of the herbs she needs and the changes to her diet. We're keeping a close watch on her and working to stabilize her heart rate and overall condition." Daemonikai had done everything possible to ensure her well-being: soft bedding, uninterrupted rest, and constant care. His sister and Amie had stayed close to tend to her, and he had issued strict orders that nothing would disturb her recovery. The herbs and potions induced long hours of sleep.

At first, she only woke up for a few minutes. But slowly, each period of wakefulness grew longer. . . .