That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 217

That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate Chapter 217

A week later.

GRAND LORD ZAIPER He let out another uproarious laugh, his voice echoing through the room.

Sprawled lazily across the table in nothing but a flimsy pair of undershorts, his broad shoulders shook with amusement as Razarr kneaded the tense muscles beneath his skin "So, let me get this straight," Zaiper drawled, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. "A human, not just any human, but a tiny human girl, knocked you around and turned your lights off, now you want me to punish her in court for it?"

Mistress Sinai clenched her teeth, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise in her cheeks. It was bad enough as it is, but hearing Zaiper mock her made it worse.

Every time she recalled Emeriel's effortless takedown, Sinai wanted to crawl into the ground.

She had woken up to the concerned faces of her maids, who had crowded around her, asking if she was alright. The shame had been so great, she had lied, telling them she felt lightheaded and fainted. The humiliation burned her from the inside out.

This was the first time she had spoken of the incident. Sinai wanted retribution. She wanted to see Emeriel not just punished, but humiliated.

But instead, here she was, watching Zaiper laughed at her until his eyes watered, reducing her to a laughingstock.

Zaiper moaned, as his head guard—and lover—pressed down on a particularly tense knot in his shoulder, "That is a good one." Turning to Sinai, he added, "You mean, a little touch on the neck, and poof…lights out?"

"It was not a ‘little touch’," Sinai snapped, not for the first time. "I have no idea what she did, but it hurt like the whips of hell."

"Mmm," Zaiper hummed skeptically. "Maybe you should consider attending training sessions.

You'd need it if your lights go out at the slightest caress."

Sinai’s eyes flashed angrily. "That's not what this is about, and you know it. It happened so fast —" She paused, breathing hard. "You know what, forget it. Just tell me when and how she will be punished."

Zaiper let out a long sigh, his amusement slowly ebbing. "I’m afraid you are on your own with this one, dearest Sinai."

"What?"

"Firstly, the court dislikes involving itself in petty female squabbles. We have far more pressing matters to attend to.” He lifted a hand, gesturing lazily.

"Secondly, the female in question has a lot of attention on her right now. Something like this could backfire spectacularly. People might hate her more, or they might hate you more. They might even protest in her favor, which, let’s be honest, would be even more humiliating for you.” Mistress Sinai's stomach churned.

"And lastly," Zaiper was not done, "which is the most crucial point, really. I cannot involve myself in anything that concerns Emeriel."

Sinai bit back her frustration. "But why!?"

"Because, dear Sinai, that I have no desire to be thrust into the spotlight again when it comes to that female.” Zaiper’s eyes slid shut as Razarr’s hands moved on his lower back. "You know what happened in the courtyard after her deception was revealed. I have no intention of being accused of going after her again or harboring ill will towards Daemonikai. The people are already looking for a scapegoat, and it will not be me."

Sinai stared at him, flabbergasted.

"I plan to take over his throne, but it wouldn't benefit me if people knew I harbored ill will for their beloved grand king. Don't you agree?" He rolled his shoulders, clearly enjoying Razarr’s touch. "So, no, I won’t interfere. Not when it has nothing to do with me, nor offers no benefit to my cause. You’ll have to sort this one out on your own."

Sinai couldn't believe her ears. She simply cannot believe this.