That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 220

That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate Chapter 220

GRAND LORD ZAIPER.

"I don't believe I heard that correctly. Emeriel did what?" Zaiper shouted.

"From what I've gathered, she disarmed and killed the assassin," Razarr confirmed, his voice steady despite his lord's outburst.

The second ruler stopped pacing and glared at his head soldier.

Razarr met his gaze briefly before bowing his head in deference. The tension in the air could be cut by a knife, but a soft chuckle came through.

Zaiper whirled around. "What in the hell is so damn amusing, Sinai?"

The mistress tilted her head. "Oh, forgive me, Lord Zaiper. It’s just... well, that 'tiny human girl' seems to have thrown quite the wrench in your plans." she purred, stifling a giggle he could see.

"I can’t help but wonder how lightly she must have touched the assassin's neck to turn his lights off…forever." Sinai echoed his own words back at him, snickering.

Zaiper's nostrils flared. "You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?"

"It is rather amusing, I won't deny it," she drawled, flashing teeth. "But don’t get me wrong, it’s also a problem. I heard they have already launched a full investigation. What if the trail leads back to you?"

"Not possible. I was careful," Zaiper growled. “The only one who might know anything is his wife, and she wouldn’t dare speak against me. She’s not that foolish."

Sinai arched a brow. "Well, I wouldn't be so sure about that." Her fingers idly traced the edges of her well-manicured nails. “When a mother hen is desperate to protect her young, logic and fear go out the window. I’ve heard the soldiers even rounded up their families, including the younglings, for questioning. Desperation does funny things to people."

"Hmm," Hands clasped behind his back, Zaiper pondered her words. "Then she must be dealt with. Razarr, make arrangements. Poison her next meal. Ensure it’s untraceable."

Razarr bowed and left the room.

"I still can’t believe that little breeze of a girl managed to defeat my assassin.” Zaiper’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Pure luck, no doubt, but lately, it seems she has too much of that on her side. I don’t like it."

"I told you before, everything is different with that girl since her return," Sinai said. “It’s not just her status that’s changed. Her strength, her poise, even the way our people look at her now. And especially since she’s been spending all her time tending to my Daemon."

"That’s where it ends.” Zaiper asserted confidently. “No matter how civilized our people become, they will never accept her mating Daemonikai. Neither would Daemonikai himself. I don’t understand why you are so concerned, she’s nothing but a minor nuisance."

"And that minor nuisance just stirred up an investigation that could lead directly to you, Lord Zaiper." Sinai's grin widened, all teeth. "Take my advice: do not underestimate her."

"I will waste no time worrying about a mere human girl."

The mistress clucked her tongue. "And make no further attempts on the grand king’s life. Let this situation blow over. If you're lucky, he won't recover, and his dying soul will finish him off for you."

"True," Zaiper concede. Then, cast a sidelong glance at her. "You really are a mean little thing, aren't you? I would have sworn you cared for that male."

The mistress had the decency to look guilty. She cleared her throat. "I do care for him."