That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 299

That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate
Chapter 299
“Argh!”

Grand Lord Zaiper grabbed his most prized flower vase, hurling it across the banqueting chamber. It shattered into a thousand glittering shards.

He reached for his finest ale gallon next and hurled it, the heavy vessel smashing against the far wall, amber liquid flowing down.

The chamber was already a mess. Broken goblets, upturned chairs, and fragments of once-beautiful decorations littering the floor.

And yet the chaos did nothing to sate his master’s anger.

“That conniving little whore!” Lord Zaiper roared, sweeping his arm across the banquet table.

Goblets, charlices, and plates clattered to the floor, the noise loud echoing through the hall.

Razarr swallowed a wince, remaining motionless in the corner. He hadn’t seen his master this destructively angry in a while. Lord Zaiper would regret all of this come morning when his fury finally subsided.

“How dare she?” Zaiper spat, turning his burning gray-and-yellow eyes on Razarr, who straightened immediately. “Is she mad? Deranged?”

He raked a hand through his hair. “She was not supposed to be in court. I saw the guilt in Daemonikai’s eyes—I could have gotten him to admit it if I had pressed harder. Declared him unfit to rule. But no! She had to come along and ruin everything!”

Seizing a decorative jara from the table, Zaiper smashed it against the floor.

It was time to intervene.

“Another opportunity will present itself, my lord,” Razarr said cautiously. “Your spell is still active. His mind is still in ruins. Sooner or later, everyone will see it.”

Zaiper rounded on him. “This was the perfect opportunity!” he shouted, gesturing wildly. “The signs were unknown to him! His instincts ruled him! Now, he will recognize the symptoms. He’ll know what to look for. And Daemonikai will never let it spiral out of control again. Knowing him, he will do everything in his power to make sure he never hurts that girl—or anyone else—again!”

Zaiper stomped to the other side of the room, his boots crunching against shattered glass.

“Sinai was right. I underestimated that little human too much.” Clenching his fists so tightly, his breath coming in sharp, shallow bursts. “As young and insignificant as she seems, she has managed to defy me at every turn. That girl has done a lot of damage to my plans.”

The grand lord glared at the wreckage of the table. “I should have forgotten my hunger for power, and instead used dark magic to kill that insufferable little human when I had the chance...! She’s the same one who brought Daemonikai back from feral two years ago. Who healed his mind, and then, his soul. Maybe I should stop trying to get to him first and focus all my energy on her.”

“I do not believe that would be wise, my lord.” Razarr reminded him in a careful tone. “Any direct attack on the girl could draw suspicion. Let Mistress Sinai take the credit—and the blame—for dealing with her. You should stay focused on His Grace.”

Zaiper spun on his heel. “And how exactly am I supposed to get to 'His Grace' when that tiny little ant thwarts me at every single turn?” Punching the wall beside him, the impact cracked the stone…and his bone. Blood spilled from his fist. "And I have used up all my favors with that Dark Mage too!"

Razarr had no idea what to do.

Lord Zaiper glared at the wall, flexing his bleeding hand. Then, those fierce gaze found Razarr once more. “Come here.”

Razarr did, until he was within arm’s reach. His master grabbed him by the neck and crashed their lips together.