Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
“Chad,” the king called.
The door opened and Chad entered. “Yes, my king.”
“Escort the mistress to her quarters. She’s worked up and needs rest for at least seventy-two hours,” he commanded.
“What!? You’re putting me under house arrest for th-three days!?” She was angry and astonished.
“Yes, Your Highness!” Chad replied. Then he turned and took hold of Vetta’s arm.
“Don’t touch me! I’ll walk on my own!” Vetta knew better than to struggle against him. It would be a thing of disgrace for servants to see her being manhandled out of the king’s chambers.
She bit her lip hard. She wanted to scream at the king. She wanted to say so many things, but she was wise enough to clamp her mouth shut.
“Your wish is my command, Your Highness,” she mumbled at last and started marching her way out.
“Vetta?” He called her when she reached the door.
“Yes, my king?”
He didn’t turn around when he spoke. “I freed my people because I want them to experience being free again. Cone made me a monster, but it is my duty to protect my people. Let me carry that burden alone. It is my responsibility. My duty as a king. As my father’s son. There shouldn’t be two monsters together, or everyone around us will be in danger. Two monsters cannot stay in the same place.”
Finally, he turned and stared at her. There was sadness in his eyes, but there was conviction, too. “We have been through so much together, Vetta, but the day I look upon you and see a monster is the day I let you go. Completely.”
DAZED
Baski finished mixing the concoction and forced Danika to drink it. . She was still unconscious, and the concoction was to make her sleep well.
Chad was already waiting by the door when she was done. She nodded her head, signaling that he could take her. He bent down and lifted Danika up the same way he carried her into her room-her midriff on his shoulder, her back in the air.
When they got to the king’s room, Lucien was sitting down behind his desk, writing. He didn’t look up when they entered.
“Make a bed for her down there.” He pointed to his own bed.
“Already on it, my king,” Baski replied.
Within minutes, she and Sally had another high enormous mattress on the floor beside the king’s bed and they spread a fresh new bed sheet on it.
Chad laid Danika face down on the bed and gently turned her head to the side. They watched her even breathing for a few seconds before they turned away.
Sally was uncomfortable with this development. The king hated the princess and now he wanted her to sleep in his room? What if he killed her at night?
“You can all leave,” he said.
They bowed to the king and the three of them left.
Sally came out of the door, her heart in her throat. She kept looking back at the door of his chambers as she walked, filled with uncertainty.
“She’ll be fine. Trust me.” Baski’s voice drew her attention to the older woman’s face.
Sally nodded. “Thank you so much, Madam Baski.”
Her lips curved into a little smile. “You don’t have to thank me, my dear,” she said simply before she walked ahead of her. Sally followed her obediently.
King Lucien raised his head from his scroll and allowed himself to stare at the woman who was asleep in his room.
The bed she laid in belonged to Melia. Ugly memories of the day of Melia’s death rose in his mind, and he closed his eyes tight to stem those thoughts. But they wouldn’t go.
Eighteen-year-old Melia, who had just married and was heavy with her first child, happy that her husband allowed her to see her family for the first time since she got married.
King Lucien could still remember the look of horror on her face when Cone’s men stormed into the library where both were. He could remember the terror on her face when they cut her open with a sword, and they took him away as he watched his sister bleed to death.
King Lucien stopped writing and closed his eyes tightly to shut the memories away. The beginning of hell.
Vetta sat in the wooden chair in her room, restless. The king gave her house arrest. The more she thought about it, the harder it was for her to believe.
Freedom was the most important thing to a slave. The king knew that. Giving her house arrest for three whole days showed how angry he was at her.
Vetta stood. She didn’t want things to be like this. She thought about going to the king’s room. Who knew? A good blowjob might work well in her favor.
But the king was too angry, and it was too early. She had stayed just five hours in her room, and already, she needed freedom. How would she survive a 72-hour house arrest!?
A knock came on the door. “Mistress, your food has arrived.”
“Come in,” she ordered, going towards her bed, and lowering herself onto it.
The maid silently entered and served her food on the table. Vetta was curious to know what was happening outside her room.
“The king’s slave… what’s going on with her?” she asked.
“Oh, I heard that Madam Baski and Sally just finished applying herbs on her. They went into the woods hours ago to get the Albolko and other rare herbs, too.”
“And what about her? Is she conscious yet?”
“I don’t think so, Mistress.”
Pleasure washed over Vetta. She hoped the woman would die. No, on second thought, she shouldn’t die now because the king would only hate Vetta for killing his slave. No, there would be other opportunities for death. Now was just a time to make her suffer.
The maid finished, came closer, and lowered her voice. “There’s a rumor going around among the maids, servants and slaves, Mistress.”
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