That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 370

Chapter 370
GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

Grand King Daemonikai was in a good mood.

When prepared for court, he’d leaned down to kiss a sleeping Emeriel on the cheek before leaving. Whatever remnants of exhaustion remained in his body were dulled by her scent and their reawakened bond.

When he stepped into the court corridors, Ottai took one look at him and beamed wide. “Congratulations.”

Soon after, Vladya joined them, looking relieved and equally pleased.

Daemonikai wasn’t sure what had given it away—whether it was the ease in his muscles, the subtle satisfaction clinging to his every step, or the unmistakable calm that had settled over his presence—but they had both seen it. They knew his instincts had been sated, that his bond with Emeriel had returned.

“You have no idea how glad I am,” Ottai’s voice carried emotion.

Daemonikai snorted. “I think I do, actually. It’s written all over your face, Ottai.” He turned to him. “How is Morina?”

Ottai grimaced. “Full heat recovery is a bitch, but she’s doing better now, thank Ukrae. I hate seeing her in pain.”

“Don’t we all,” Daemonikai murmured, clasping Ottai’s shoulder.

As Ottai walked ahead into the court, Daemonikai glanced over at Vladya wearing a sheepish look, unusual for him.

“Look, I want to apologize for the other night,” Vladya said. “For the way I spoke to you. I shouldn’t have—”

“Aekeira really has you by the balls now, doesn’t she?” Daemonikai arched a brow. “Since when do you apologize for being a brat?”

That did it. Vladya relaxed, rolling his eyes. “I’m trying to be mature, and you’re ruining it.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” Daemonikai said simply. “Truth is, that night I wanted to deck you. And I probably would have, if I’d woken up this morning the same male I was when I walked into Frostfall two nights ago, but I’m not. What you said... it was the push I needed. And I’m grateful for that.”

Vladya’s eyes lit. “So, the bond is really back? You can feel it?”

“I can.” Daemonikai smiled, placing a hand to his chest. “Right here.”

“You left it open? You’re not shielding?” Vladya chuckled. “That’s not very responsible of you, Grand King Daemonikai.”

Hearing his own past reprimands thrown back at him wasn’t the most enjoyable experience—but Daemonikai owned it with a grunt. “Give me a damn break. I haven’t felt this bond in ages.”

Tradition dictated a Urekai never left their bond open outside of private quarters—whether with a partner or bloodhost. In public, shielding was required. Leaving it open meant exposure, feeling your bonded’s emotions in real-time could easily distract from court matters and other daily obligations.

“You’ll have to shield once we step into court,” Vladya reminded.

“I know. It’s only still open because Emeriel’s sleeping.”

“I understand,” Vladya waved off. “I was just messing with you.” Then he grew serious. “Congratulations, Daemon. I know how much this meant to you.”