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

Chapter 854 Chapter 854: sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findnøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Daemonikai narrowed his bright eyes, dragging the healer back inside. With a grunt, he dropped him to the floor like little more than a sack of rice. "You hate heights," he murmured. "And you say it out loud. What kind of Urekai does that make you?" Faiwick straightened himself, his hands trembling as he smoothed his tunic, trying to regain his dignity. "The kind who prefer to live rather than fall to their death, Your Grace," he murmured, then coughed. "But...

I have good news." Daemonikai finally took a step back, his chest heaving, the beast still throbbing inside him. He looked at Faiwick. "Tell me how my partner and my son are. Now." Faiwick, still pale, cleared his throat, avoiding the burning gaze of the Great King. "And you'll be honest with him," the Fourth Ruler emphasized. "Forget the bright eyes and the growls, he really won't harm you." He gave Daemonikai a meaningful look that said: Don't hit the poor healer, no matter what he says. Daemonikai took a deep breath and muttered, "Fine. The truth." "There was...

no need for all that, Your Grace," Faiwick said, adjusting his collar. "The Princess is improving. Her heart rate has stabilized, and her pulse is almost normal. I still recommend plenty of rest, but at this point, she can start gradually resuming activities that don't require much effort." Something in Daemonikai... settled. The anxiety in his gut... Released. A warmth spread through his chest: relief, joy. He laughed. Then, with a strong smack, Daemonikai slapped Faiwick on the shoulder. "Well, why didn't you say that first?" Faiwick blinked, surprised.

"I'd dare say, Your Grace, that I didn't exactly get the chance to-" Daemonikai raised an eyebrow. The healer cleared his throat. "Of course, it was all my fault. I hesitated." "It was your fault," Daemonikai agreed with a relaxed smile, throwing an arm around Faiwick's shoulders and guiding him back toward Emeriel's room. "When companions are unconscious and their partners are half-wild, speed is always the best option, healer." I∆†€$† ¢₳þŧëяŞ ¡η gałnøνεlŞ.cø₥ "I'll remember that, Your Majesty," Faiwick muttered dryly. Still smiling, Daemonikai released him at the threshold of the chamber.

"That's all for now." . . .