That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate
She ran her fingers over them.
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GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI
He strode towards the archery stand, positioned a good distance from the target, and with ease, loosed an arrow. It flew straight, striking the bullseye dead center.
"Nice shot," Emeriel commented.
"Thanks. Hey, come over here," he beckoned her closer.
Strapping the quiver of arrows to her back, Emeriel joined him at the stand.
"Each shot is a moment to breathe, to release the burdens that weigh on you," Daemonikai said in a soft tone, setting up her shot.
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