That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 360

Chapter 360
As the guards dragged the sobbing females inside. Daemonikai followed them, his hands clasped behind his back. The guards shoved them through the iron doors, and he entered after them.

He looked to one soldier. “Fetch the spiked whips.” Then another. “Summon the slavemasters, I want scalding oil and ground chili peppers. Now.”

The two handmaidens were pale as bone now. One had already wet herself, the stink of urine reaching his nose. Both fell to their knees, tears streaming down the faces they pressed to the ground.

“Please, have mercy! We beg you, Your Grace!” Nora wept.

“Your Highness, forgive our transgressions!”

“Silence.” Daemonikai crouched before Nora, taking her chin in his hand, lifting her teary, blotched face until their eyes met. Her terror was absolute.

“I will ask you a question,” his voice was soft. “You will answer. You will speak truthfully. You will leave out nothing. If I am displeased by your answer, I will walk away. These males will carry out my command in my absence, and I will return in the morning to ask you again.” He blinked slowly. “And if I am still displeased then, you will be beheaded. Am I clear?”

The female trembled so violently he thought she might faint.

“Y-y-yes! Yes, Your Grace!” she sobbed.

“Tell me everything regarding your mistress's ties to Grand Lord Zaiper. Any conversations you overheard, any suspicions you might hold.” His gaze bored into hers like a spike through wood. “Tell me if there was anything unusual about her departure—the way she behaved, how she packed, anything that seemed amiss."

The words tumbled out of Nora so fast, not even diarrhea could catch up. Stumbling. Sobbing. Tripping over her words, but she gave him everything.

Some details were redundant. Some hysterical and unnecessary. But she was thorough. More thorough than he could have hoped.

Daemonikai listened without interrupting. At some point, he waved for a chair and seated himself, crossing his arms as the tale unwound before him.

Evening faded into midnight.

By the time the handmaiden finished speaking, Daemonikai’s inside was a battlefield. He knew, now, that Sinai had spent far more time with Zaiper than she had ever admitted.

She had shared his bed. Often. There had even been a violent confrontation between her and Zaiper’s favored concubine over their sordid entanglement.

How when his bloodhost and the former Second Ruler spoke, there was always something concealed in their words. An undercurrent of secrets and glances exchanged that had meant far more than anyone realized.

And on the night Sinai had attacked Emeriel with poison-tipped arrows, she had spent the entire day in Zaiper’s chambers.

She had packed heavily for her supposed trip. Had taken more gold than any noblewoman would ever need for a brief holiday.

Sinai had not gone for rest or recovery; her journey was not a pleasure trip or excursion. She had gone to join her partner in crime.

Laelsainai Gurtazivrk was Zaiper’s accomplice.

“Wegai!” Daemonikai roared, thunderous.

Wegai appeared instantly. “Your Grace!”

“Send word to all Storm Riders, Hunting Beasts, and Tracking Sentinels,” Daemonikai commanded, rising to his feet. “As of this moment, Laelsainai Gurtazivrk is declared a wanted fugitive of Urai. Search every abode, every cave, every border. Leave no stone unturned and no shadow untouched. Hunt her. Seize her. Drag her before me.”

Wegai saluted. “As His Majesty commands!”

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