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

Chapter 621
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Chapter 621: "There have been rumors,” Daemonikai's tone cooled further, “that my mind is fractured. That I am feral again." His gaze swept over the assembled lords and high lords. “I wish to debunk such nonsense. I was merely hungry. I am well-fed now and feel reborn. I am ready to resmy duties, if the court finds that acceptable." Zaiper's head swam. What the hell was he saying? What in the devil's crown was going on here? Glancing toward Vladya, the male looked entirely at ease now. Ottai was openly beaming. Zaiper would not take this.

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"Your Grace," he spoke up, squaring his shoulders. "Pardon me, but... many in Ravenshadow witnessed the incident two weeks ago. I, for one, was present." Steel entered Zaiper's tone. "You were..." "I was what? Mad?" Daemonikai remained calm, almost nonchalant. His head angled slightly. "Do I look like a male devoid of reason? A male without a mind?" "No, King Daemonikai, but-" "But what, Lord Zaiper?" Zaiper gritted his teeth.

Daemonikai nodded firmly and looked away, visibly dismissing him. "I thought so. Now, as I was saying-" "We heard the princess's screams," Zaiper stated bluntly, raising his voice. "All through the night, her wails of agony bounced through the walls of Ravenshadow. It was clear you were hurting her." There, he said it. Uncover new worlds at g alnov els The silence this twas deafening.

The lightness in Daemonikai's expression dimmed. Tension gathered in his shoulders, and a flash of pain crossed his eyes. The grand king's hands curled tightly over the arms of his throne until his knuckles paled.

Yes, that's more like it. The one accusation Daemonikai could not deny.

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The tightness in Zaiper's chest released. Oh, did it unwind like a coiled spring. "If you are as mentally fit as you claim to be, Your Grace," Zaiper kept his voice full of concern and sincere curiosity. "Why would you harm the very female you once stood in this court to defend? A female you implored us to give a chance-one you desperately wanted to protect, you were willing to relinquish your crown for?" The court held its collective breath as Zaiper pressed on. "If you were in complete control, why would you inflict such suffering upon her? A pain so great her screams rang through the night until dawn?" He let the words hang, watching as whispers broke out again. They looked to their ultimate ruler for an answer.

The grand king did not have any.

Zaiper almost smiled, but held m himself. Not yet, nowhere.

But he allowed himself the faintest satisfaction, seeing them anxious Watching their reactions. The best part was the stretch of the uncomfortable silence as they waited for answers... and got none.

"And how sure are you, Grand Lord Zaiper, that her screams were cries of pain? It wasn't Daemonikai who spoke. The voice was female.