That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 378

Chapter 378
It had been four days since the attack.

Thankfully, Vladya, Ottai, and the others had been diligent, ensuring Emeriel was well cared for while Daemonikai himself recovered from the cocktail of toxins that had temporarily brought him down. He had been unconscious for twenty-four hours. And the moment he stirred awake, the first name he had barked was “Faiwick.”

The healer had come quickly, grave as ever. “Her body is unbalanced, Your Grace. Her pulse is too strong, too fast. After this long, it should have steadied, but it hasn’t.”

It was a bitter pill to swallow. “What can be done? What have you done? What more do you need?”

“For now, she requires maximum rest,” Faiwick said calmly. “I’ve given the head maid a list of the herbs she needs and changes in her diet. We’re monitoring her closely and working to stabilize her heart rate and body rhythm.”

Daemonikai had done everything in his power to ensure her comfort—soft bedding, uninterrupted rest, and constant attendance. Her sister and Amie had been close at hand to care for her, and he had given strict orders that nothing was to disturb her healing.

The herbs and potions induced long hours of sleep. At first, she only woke for minutes at a time. But slowly, each waking stretch lasted longer. Yesterday, when he’d stepped into her chamber, she had been sitting up, laughing with her sister. She’d even had the nerve to complain about how bored she was from being forced to stay in bed.

Instead of relenting, he had Amie fetch books from the library—her favorites.

Progress.

Yet still, Daemonikai’s instincts hadn’t calmed. Not fully. Faiwick hadn’t said she was clear, and until he did, restlessness was his new companion.

So today, he had canceled his trip to the dungeons and left the interrogations to Vladya. He waited instead for answers.

Now, with arms locked behind his back, he paced once more across the hallway outside her chamber. He had been waiting far too long for the royal healers to emerge. Faiwick and the rest were inside with Emeriel, and he wouldn’t breathe easy until one of them stepped out and told him she was completely out of danger.

Ottai sat nearby, saying nothing, simply watching him wear down the stone floor.

The door creaked.

Daemonikai turned in a heartbeat as Faiwick stepped into the corridor, expression unreadable.

Daemonikai was on him instantly. “Well? How is she?”

The healer hesitated. And that was all it took.

Before Faiwick could draw breath, Daemonikai seized him by the collar, lifted him off the ground, and stormed toward the tall window at the end of the hall.

“Daemon!” Ottai gasped, bolting to his feet.

Healers gasped behind him as the Grand King leaned out the window, holding Faiwick by the throat, the man’s feet dangling high above the courtyard.

“Your Majesty!” Faiwick wheezed, paling as he glanced down. “I beg of you, please—”

“Calm down!” Ottai called, inching forward. “He’s going to speak. He will speak, Daemon, just give him a moment.”