That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 346

Chapter 346
Lord Vladya and Lord Ottai exchanged glances, a silent message passing between them.

“I would rather show you,” Vladya said at last, his face stoic.

He led her from his study. They crossed through the royal residence and continued onward. Deeper and deeper into the heart of Blackstone, past the familiar halls, and into the deserted corridors few dared enter.

Emeriel was beyond confused. Her dread grew. Why are we here? What does this have to do with my beloved?

They reached a massive iron door, stretching from floor to ceiling. Vladya withdrew a heavy key from his pocket, fitting it into the enormous lock. The tumblers clanked into place with a grinding groan and the door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit hall lined with thick, iron-reinforced doors.

They walked to the very end where Lord Vladya stopped. “We are here.”

She glanced around. None of this made sense. “Here? What is—”

Then she heard it.

A growl of agony. Weak, yet deeply familiar. Horrifyingly familiar.

“No, this can’t be…” She took a step back.

Vladya slid open a small, barred viewing window in the door before them. “Look.”

Blood drained from her face. She did not move.

More sounds of her Daemon’s pain reached her, killing her a little more inside. Emeriel whimpered. It was as if someone had reached into her chest, grasped her heart, and ripped it right out.

“No. No…” She shook her head. “I—I don’t understand. Why is he—how is this happening?!”

“Usually, the episodes break after a day,” Lord Vladya said.

Her eyes watered. “He has been like this for three days?”

Lord Ottai nodded solemnly.

“But… But he… he satisfies his instincts.” She blinked furiously.

“Bloodlust, not Sexlust,” Lord Vladya answered evenly. “Daemonikai does not sleep with Sinai, or any other female.”

“No, you don't understand,” Emeriel insisted, frantic. “We had an arrangement. We agreed he would be…” She swallowed hard. “He would be… with her.”

“You didn't wish for him to risk an episode or worse, lose himself to madness, so you agreed he should satisfy both needs with his bloodhost. Is that correct?” Lord Vladya said.

Emeriel nodded, shoving away her shame and despair. “So you see, he's not supposed to be here. I don't understand.” She stepped back again, the walls were closing in. “None of this makes sense. Even some nights ago, he…”

“He did not do it,” Vladya said flatly, holding her eyes. “He tried, but he could not bring himself to it, Emeriel. Your male has not lain with a female in months.”

Something inside her unwound.

“He does refer to me as a star,” she admitted, her cheeks coloring faintly.

The fourth ruler chuckled. “I’m sure he does.”

A smile tugged at her lips, and she swiped at the lingering tears. She felt… lighter.

Then her gaze slid to the iron door. She couldn't look through that small hole. Just hearing Daemonikai’s pain was enough of a splinter to her heart; seeing it might shatter her completely.

“What do we do for him? It breaks my heart, seeing him suffer like this.”

Lord Vladya spoke. “When do you plan to come out? Have you not eavesdropped enough?”

Emeriel startled. “Who are you talking to—?”

A figure stepped forward from behind the stone archway, looking sheepish. Mistress Sinai.

Emeriel’s jaw dropped.

“What are you doing here, snooping around?” Vladya growled, tone ice. “You truly think we would not smell you?”