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The King's Captive: A Secret Princess

Chapter 825
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Chapter 825: "I don't feel those petty things!" he mocked.

Fine. Very well. Now dust off whatever grand emotion you're holding onto and act like the man you claim to be.

She folded her arms across her chest.

"How far are we from that refuge you keep talking about? Is it really worth the risks we take every night?" He didn't answer. Instead, he called for the guards and ordered a bath to be prepared, stripping off the filthy clothes he'd worn for days.

That eased sof Sinai's fury. Finally.

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She hated to admit it, but she was beginning to regret following him. At the time, she had been too afraid of being discovered. And once she exposed herself, she had no choice but to flee alone or go with Zaiper.

But she had severely underestimated how deeply Razarr's death would affect him.

If Zaiper wasn't roaming the shadows like a ghost, he was locked in a windowless room, brooding in silence, drinking blood as if it were wine.

Not bad for a man who claimed to feel nothing. Daemonikai had clearly shaken him.

Still, at least now he was moving. Taking action. Bathing.

Small steps. But steps, nonetheless.

Sinai sat on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, watching him.

"Open the curtains and windows," she ordered one of the guards. “Let slight and air into this crypt." Zaiper didn't protest.

She counted that as a victory too.

The Great King Daemonikai was in an excellent mood.

As he rose to prepare for court, he leaned down to kiss Emeriel-still asleep-on the cheek before leaving.

The lingering traces of exhaustion were softened by her scent and the rekindled bond between them.

When he entered the halls of the court, Ottai looked at him and...

smiled broadly.

"Congratulations."

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

Daemonikai wasn't sure what had given him away-whether it was the looseness in his muscles, the subtle e satisfaction in every step, or the unmistakable calm that had settled over his presence-but both of them had seen it. They knew his instincts had been sated.

They knew his bond with Emeriel had returned.

"You have no idea how happy I am," Ottai's voice carried genuine emotion. to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.