Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
Baski was the first person to come to her room the next morning. She found Danika in the exact position she lay in after the king left. The woman helped her out of bed and helped her bathe. She was running a high fever.
Afterwards, she helped Danika use herbal potions, explaining each one to her.
The one that soothes the body, the one that heals wounds. The one that calms the body, the one that drives pain away, the one that takes away fevers, and so many others.
Danika could barely ask the unnerving question. “Wh-what about… herbal potions… that prevent a baby?” Her voice was hoarse from overuse.
Baski turned pale, like a ghost. But only for a second. “I’ll get them.” Then she hurried outside and came back with unidentified leaves. She ground them and squeezed out the water. Baski placed the cup on the fireplace until the content became hot. Then she helped Danika drink it. It was very bitter, but she finished it.
In the following days, Danika didn’t know what happened. Why no one disturbed her.
There was no order to go to the mines. No order to wash clothes. No order to fetch buckets of water. No order at all.
“Is it the king?” she’d asked Baski on the third day.
“That did what?” the older woman asked as she made another potion.
“That gave orders for them to leave me alone.”
When Baski stared at the incredibly beautiful but tired woman on the bed, she shrugged.
“This is the first time I’m having such a long rest since he made me a slave,” Danika said as a way of explanation.
Baski turned back to her potions. “I kept them away. They should do their duties and leave you alone for now.”
Danika didn’t say anything. Then she whispered, “Thank you so much, Baski. For everything.”
The woman just nodded and continued making the potions.
“I made several potions for her. Helped her with a soothing balm. She needs her strength, so I made the horsebalm for her, and-“
Lucien stopped writing and gave her a knowing look.
Baski stopped speaking. He never asked for details-he didn’t need them-but Baski never failed to give them, anyway.
He started writing again. His face devoid of emotions, he stared down at the scroll in front of him.
“She asked whose order it was that she should be left alone,” Baski spoke again.
Lucien’s bulky shoulders stiffened, and he paused writing. He raised his head to stare at Baski without saying a word.
“I told her it was my order. I didn’t tell her it was yours, as you instructed,” she provided quickly.
His muscles relaxed, and he lowered his head to continue writing again. He demarcated the scroll and drew a new line on it.
“She requested potions that p-prevents a baby,” she rushed out.
His head shot up and he stiffened. His face, that was devoid of emotions before, became filled with anger and loathing.
“What did you do?” When he spoke, his words came out low but deadly.
Baski wiped her hands a little nervously on her apron. “I made her the potions.”
Lucien didn’t say a word. Time dragged by, but he didn’t say anything. Finally, his words came, cold and revealing no emotion. “You should have told her not to worry about that because her father made sure that that would never happen.”
Baski lowered her head. “I knew it was not my place to say things like that about the king.”
His lips twitched a bit, his eyes as cold as ever. “A king who’s potent but sterile? A king who can’t father a child?”
“A fierce king who led his people out of slavery,” she told him without missing a beat.
She, Lucien, Chad, and their kingdom’s medicine men were the only people aware of his condition. Not even Vetta knew about it.
Lucien said nothing. Instead, he went back to writing.
“The slave girl… Sally,” Baski began.
“What about her?” He inked his feather.
“She still comes here every morning, crying to be let in.”
Lucien didn’t look at her. He rolled the well-written scroll and set it aside, then he withdrew a new scroll and unrolled it.
“She wants to be a palace slave. She wouldn’t give up. She wants to be with the former princess, Danika,” Baski pushed on.
He changed the inkwell and put a new one on the table. He didn’t say anything for a long time.
“When she comes again, take the girl to the clothes room and change her into the uniform.”
Baski smiled for the first time and bowed her head. “Yes, my king,” she said before she turned and left.
SALLY
In the morning of the fifth day after the night the king visited her, Danika got ready to go to the mines. She woke up and took her bath. She put on her uniform and did her hair. She stared at herself in the mirror, looking at who she had become.
Twenty-one years of living as a princess, and suddenly, she was a slave. A slave everybody hated because of how much of a monster her father was.
She sighed and turned away from the mirror and went in search of her sandals across the room.
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