That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate

Chapter 754:

Evening faded into midnight.

By the time the handmaiden finished speaking, Daemonikai’s insides felt like a battlefield. He now knew that Sinai had spent far more time with Zaiper than she had ever admitted.

She had shared his bed. Often. There had even been a violent confrontation between her and Zaiper’s favored concubine over their sordid entanglement.

When his bloodhost and the former Second Ruler spoke, there had always been something concealed in their words—an undercurrent of secrets and exchanged glances that had meant far more than anyone realized. And on the night Sinai had attacked Emeriel with poison-tipped arrows, she had spent the entire day in Zaiper’s chambers. She had packed heavily for her supposed trip and had taken more gold than any noblewoman would ever need for a brief holiday.noveldrama

Sinai had not gone for rest or recovery; her journey had not been a pleasure trip or excursion. She had gone to join her partner in crime.

Laelsainai Gurtazivrk was Zaiper’s accomplice.

“Wegai!” Daemonikai roared, thunderous.

Wegai appeared instantly. “Your Grace!”

“Send word to all Storm Riders, Hunting Beasts, and Tracking Sentinels,” Daemonikai commanded, rising to his feet. “As of this moment, Laelsainai Gurtazivrk is declared a wanted fugitive of Urai. Search every abode, every cave, every border. Leave no stone unturned and no shadow untouched. Hunt her. Seize her. Drag her before me.”

Wegai saluted. “As His Majesty commands!”

Two Months Later

They returned to the kingdom at the first light of dawn.

Grand King Daemonikai dismounted in a single, fluid movement. Dust clung to his dark cloak, his armor streaked with the grime of long pursuit.

“See that the horses are tended,” he ordered curtly to one of the sentinels. “Their tack inspected, their hooves checked and cleaned before they are stabled. Ensure they are well-fed and watered before nightfall.”

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The sentinel gave a sharp nod, and without delay, the mounts were collected and led away.

Daemonikai looked at the gathered sentinels, who had formed up in disciplined silence. “We ride again at nightfall. Make ready. Sharpen your blades and string…”

“Your bows.” His voice was cold as ice, his tone leaving no room for question. “We do not rest until his troops are razed to the ground. We hunt until he is found.”

A chorus of firm salutes answered him before the sentinels dispersed, falling into formation as they cleared a path for their grand king. Daemonikai strode through their ranks, making his way toward the Citadel entrance.

“I’ll send for Faiwick. Those bruises need tending, Daemon,” Vladya said, falling into step beside him.

“There’s no need. Let him tend to you. I’ll manage.”

His arm throbbed beneath his armor, blood seeping from wounds not yet treated, but such things were expected. Especially after riding through a forest overrun with ferals to cut hours off their pursuit.

“I won’t be needing a healer because my bloodhost is ready and available. One feeding from her, and these wounds are on the route to healing.” Vladya said. “You, on the other hand, your bloodhost is a fugitive on the run, and you’ve got a restless beast clawing at your insides because you haven’t fed or fucked in months.”

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