All Chapters of That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

"Come, let's go home," he said, his voice regaining its usual strength. "Hydra Lake has seen enough of us for one day."Raising his voice slightly, he added, "And Ottai has heard enough for today."Lord Ottai was listening? Emeriel pulled back, her eyes widening in surprise. She glanced around, searching for the grand lord.From behind a distant tree, the grand lord stepped out, a sheepish look on his face. He waved at them, awkwardly."How dare you listen in to my conversation, Ottai?" the king growled, his eyes still on Emeriel."I tried not to, Your Grace," he shouted from where he stood, his voice defensive. "But no matter how hard I turned my ears off, they managed to catch a word or two." He paused, looking even more guilty. "Or ten.""Ottai," Daemonikai drawled in warning."I apologize, Your Grace," Ottai said, his tone far too earnest for it to be genuine.The Grand King snorted, shaking his head before turning to Emeriel. “Let’s go home.”She nodded, taking a few steps forwar

“Lord Jakal is correct,” Lord Belzebob added, rising to his feet, his chair scraping harshly against the stone floor. “We understand she is your destined mate, Your Grace, but this will truly be difficult for our people to accept. Humans are our sworn enemies. Their treachery has cost us dearly. Should we not be focused on eradicating their kind rather than elevating one to a position of power over us?” He bowed deeply, his head nearly touching the table before him. “Please reconsider, Your Grace.”“Please reconsider, Your Grace!” came the shouted chorus from others in the room, their collective voices tinged with desperation and unease as they bowed.An oppressive silence followed.“I have served as the Grand King of Urai for five millennia,” Daemonikai began, his voice resonating authority and sorrow. “I have always placed my people first—above myself, above all else. There are none here who can claim otherwise. I love my people dearly.”Heads nodded around the room. Some murmured i

“Starving yourself is not the solution,” Vladya added quietly.“She tried to kill Emeriel. My bloodhost—the one person whose existence is tied to keeping me alive—poisoned and almost killed my Soulbond, the one person in existence who is my life.” The words came out in a suppressed fury, vibrating through the room.His hand gripped the edge of the table until his knuckles turned white. “I knew Sinai was hard—vicious, even—but this? This is vile. This makes me question what else she’s done. What other horrors she has hidden.”“You need her,” Vladya said calmly, even as understanding gleamed in his silver-gray eyes. “Bloodhosts aren’t just anyone, Daemon. You don’t have another, nor does anyone else. They are exceedingly rare, you know this. For another to emerge, the current one must die, and even then, it could take years. Many of our kind do not survive the waiting period." “You’re not telling me anything I don’t already know.”“I wonder about that, you need a reminder, evidently,"

PRINCESS EMERIELAt the sight of Grand King Daemonikai, her pain…dulled. Receded into the background.All she could focus on was him. How to shield him from the agony she knew was coming. “Daemon…” Her voice wavered stepping toward him, her head shaking slightly. He was never meant to find out.“Is it true?” he asked, his voice hoarse and trembling. “Did we make a child two years ago and lo—” His throat worked, hard. “Did we lose a child?”The dread on his face was undeniable.His eyes were practically begging her to say no. To tell him it wasn’t true.That it was a lie, a cruel jest. A fabricated story to placate Aekeira. Emeriel saw it all in his gaze. The raw fear, the refusal to believe.And for a passing moment, she considered lying to him. Telling him exactly what he wanted to hear. Anything at all to spare him the weight of this unbearable misery.But lying would not save them. Not from this.“Yes,” she admitted. “I had a miscarriage.” He staggered back as if struck."No," h

HIGH LORD HERODISHe stood by the window, gazing out over the open field bathed in moonlight.The night breeze whispered around him, carrying a lovely scent of grass and distant woods.News of the court had reached his ears, and he couldn’t stop smiling.“I am so happy for you, my dear friend,” he murmured softly, his voice barely audible over the rustling leaves outside.“Who are you speaking to?”Herod turned at the sound of the familiar voice, catching sight of Dale stepping into the room.His son’s sharp, inquisitive gaze swept over him as he entered.“No one, son,” Herod smoothened his expression.Dale’s brow lifted, his skepticism clear. “So now you talk to yourself?” He sighed, striding to the bed and flopping onto it with an exaggerated motion. “I told you, Father, this loneliness is starting to get to you.”“I am not lonely. I have you,” Herod countered defensively. “Besides, I am not a lunatic.”Dale snorted, shaking his head. “If you say so.” Leaning back on the bed, he pro