That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 300

Chapter 300
Fruits were brought in on polished trays—juicy grapes, ripe figs, slices of sweet melon—and Sinai munched on them with unabashed pleasure.

When it was over, she stood before the tall mirror, her reflection finally resembling the female she used to be. Her gown was a masterpiece, woven from the finest silks and subtle jewels that caught the light. Her hair styled to perfection, cascading down her back in sophisticated waves.

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes. I have missed this.

After today, not only will she be free again, but she will take back what was hers.

The soldiers returned.

“The Grand King is still in the hunting grounds with the noble lords of court,” one informed her. “You are instructed to wait here for his return. You are not to leave this chamber.”

Sinai didn’t mind. Reclining on the plush cushions of the bed, she made herself comfortable as she waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Sunset turned to dusk. The golden light streaming through the windows faded, replaced by shadows and the flicker of candlelight. Sinai’s eyelids grow heavy. Eventually, she succumbed to sleep.

“Hail to His Majesty the First! The mighty and supreme sovereign ruler of Urai, His Grace, Grand King Daemonikai.”

Sinai jolted awake.

A second later, the door burst open, and he walked in.

Scrambling out of bed, Sinai straightened herself hastily, smoothing her gown before dipping into a deep curtsy. “Your Grace.”

She didn’t know what she had expected after everything she’d heard—the rumors of his failing mind, of sickness and instability—but what stood before her now was not a broken Daemonikai.

He was as he’d always been. Tall, regal, and imposing. Dressed in a finely tailored black robe, he exuded that power and dominance she had always adored and feared.

“You look tired, Your Grace,” Sinai said softly, carefully.

“It has been a long day,” his response was clipped.

Walking to the window, he rested against the ledge, arms crossed and stared out into the darkened night.

Sinai shifted uncomfortably. She had waited months to see him, yet now, standing before him, she felt wrongfooted.

His voice was sharp and direct. “I am here to feed."

“I have missed you so much,” Moving close, her voice wobbled. “I was rotting in that hellhole—forgotten. Neither a check-in, nor single visit from you…”

“You would not be in that hellhole if you had kept your hands clean.” His voice was ice. “How could you even think to attempt the murder of my Soulbond?”

Tears spilled down her cheeks. “It wasn’t my intention to hurt you, Your Grace. It’s just… she’s human. Their kind—”

“She is Emeriel,” he snapped. Turning his head slightly, those eyes like molten steel met her. “Her identity is Emeriel Galilea Evenstone. A Syren. My destined mate. Attacking her for any reason whatsoever cannot be justified.”

He was truly angry.