That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 394

Chapter 394
FINAL EPILOGUE

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“Please stop saying these things to him,” Lord Vladya groaned. “He’s smiling like a thief who just got promoted to head guard. He might forget why we’re here.”

Daemonikai smacked him upside the head. “Shut it.” But he was still grinning ear to ear.

The healer hid her smile behind a cough. So, the rumors were true. The quickest way to find favor with the Grand King… was to speak kindly of his queen. Or better yet—earn her favor directly.

It warmed her to see them this way. Whole. Strong. Hearty. Happy.

“Now, let’s return to the original matter. What can you do for us, old healer?” King Daemonikai asked.

“I’ll begin work immediately on the herbs. I’m certain something like it exists. Our people have simply never had reason to search for it. I’ll start gathering ingredients, reviewing ancestral scrolls, and see what I can develop. With luck, I’ll have good news for you soon.”

“That’s excellent,” Daemonikai said, nodding with satisfaction.

The healer turned to Lord Vladya. “And you, Second Ruler—I hear tales of the House of Stitches through every quarter of the kingdom. The Grand Lady’s designs are inspiring awe. No one has forgotten the costume festival with the werewolves. It’s still talked about in every species.”

Now Lord Vladya was the one beaming, his chest swelling with pride. He scratched his head, bashful.

The grand king rolled his eyes. “Look at that face. Now, who’s forgetting why we are here?”

They all laughed.

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After dinner, as the servants cleared away the dishes, the energy in the grand dining hall shifted—as it always did. The large, lively family rose, and as usual, scattered like autumn leaves in the wind.

“I’m off to the training grounds. Alek is waiting,” Scar declared, already halfway to the door.

“Mal and I will be in the library, if you need us, Father,” said Viozzidray. Both brothers leaned in to kiss their mother’s cheek before offering Daemonikai a respectful bow and vanishing through the corridor.

“Faval and I are going to see Grand Lord Herodis,” Hasydan, his fifth, added.

“Wait.” Daemonikai narrowed his eyes. “You two are still pestering him, aren’t you?” He folded his arms. “I understand your interest in agriculture, but you're a handful. The male just had a newborn with his mate, don’t overwhelm him.”

“No, he asked us to come. We didn’t push it,” Hasydan said quickly, raising his hand in surrender. “Did we, Faval?”

His sixth son echoed the motion. “We did not.”

“Are you sure?” Emeriel asked, her tone sweet, her stare anything but.

“Honest, Mother,” they chorused.

“I don’t believe them,” said a dry voice from across the table—Heraxiola smiled. “Lord Herodis is too kind to them. They practically follow him around like ducklings.”

“Hey! Mind your own business, Princess Hera!” Faval stuck out his tongue.

“I’m beating your butt once I get up from here,” she deadpanned.

“Language, Heraxiola,” Emeriel warned, dabbing at her mouth with her napkin. The barest smile stayed on her face.

“Sorry, Mother.”