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

Chapter 853 Chapter 853: Yesterday, when he entered her room, she was sitting, laughing with her sister. She even had the audacity to complain about how bored she was from being forced to stay in bed. Instead of giving in, she had asked Amie to go fetch books from the library-her favorites. Progress. Still, Daemonikai's instincts hadn't calmed. Not completely. Faiwick hadn't... He said he had it under control, and until he did, unease would be his constant companion. So today, he canceled his trip to the dungeons and left the interrogations to Vladya. He waited for answers.

Now, arms crossed behind his back, he paced the hallway outside her room again. He had waited too long for the royal healers to emerge. Faiwick and the others were inside with Emeriel, and he wouldn't breathe easy until one of them came out and told him she was completely out of danger. Ottai sat nearby, saying nothing, simply watching him wear a path in the stone floor. The door creaked. Daemonikai turned instantly as Faiwick stepped into the hallway, his expression unreadable. Daemonikai lunged at him immediately. "Well? How is she?" The healer hesitated. And that was all it took.

Before Faiwick could take a breath, Daemonikai grabbed him by the neck, lifted him off the ground, and stormed toward the high window at the end of the hall. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Daemon!" Ottai gasped, leaping to his feet. The healers gasped behind him as the Great King leaned out the window, holding Faiwick by the neck, the man's feet dangling over the courtyard. "Your Majesty!" Faiwick gasped, paling as he looked down.

"I beg you, please..." galnσνels.c○m hosts fresh updates "Calm down!" Ottai shouted, approaching slowly. "He's going to talk. He... He will, Daemon, just give him a moment." "Faiwick," Ottai added in a persuasive tone. "I'm sure you're ready to explain what you meant, and I trust you'll choose your words carefully, right?" "Yes! Oh, of course!" the healer screeched. "Please, I hate heights!" . . .