Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
That piqued Vetta’s interest. “What is that?”
The maid looked around carefully and whispered, “There’s a rumor that they took the slave princess to the king’s room. That’s where she is.”
“What!?” Fiery anger washed through Vetta. “What did you just say!?”
The intensity of her anger surprised the maid and scared her. She drew back and began backpedaling. “Well, I… it’s just a rumor, Mistress.”
“But is the slave still in her room?”
“The slave princess?”
Vetta hated that name. She didn’t enjoy hearing the word ‘princess’ attached to Danika; it made her furious. She was a slave now, and a slave would always remain a slave.
“Yes, Danika.” She spat the name with venom.
The maid shook her head. “No, she’s not in her room, Mistress.”
Could it be that the rumors were true? She couldn’t imagine the king giving such a decree, but could it be true!?
Vetta dismissed the maid, still seething in rage. She would punish Danika because she had the arrogance of sleeping in the king’s bed.
Could it truly be that her punishment had put the bitch even closer to the king’s bed?
Vetta hoped this wasn’t true. She just hoped it wasn’t!
Hours later, King Lucien was sleeping when he heard whimpering and cries. He took sleeping pills, but sleep was always far to come. And when it came, it didn’t stay.
He knew it was the middle of the night when he woke. He stared down at his bed to see where the cries were coming from. It was Danika.
Her eyes were still closed, but it was obvious she was having a terrible nightmare.
Not being a stranger to nightmares, King Lucien knew it must be because of the events of the day knocking around her subconscious.
When Baski and the slave, Sally, came back from herb-hunting, they’d taken Danika back to her room and applied theherbs. She was supposed to stay in her room, but there was too much noise on the other side of the palace. Baski had implored him to let Danika sleep in his chambers, and she’d promised to stay a room away so that she’d be available if they needed her in the middle of the night.
King Lucien didn’t call her, though. Instead, he got out of bed and took a cup of drinking water from his table. He climbed into Danika’s bed and raised her head up. He pushed the cup to her mouth, but she whimpered, clamping her mouth shut.
“Open up, Danika,” he ordered roughly.
Her eyes slowly opened, and she gazed at him through dazed eyes. “My king.”
He stiffened. He was her master, not her king. Since the first day he corrected her in the dungeon, she hadn’t called him the name again.
“My king,” she whispered again, her dazed eyes staring at his features.
“Drink up,” he said, pushing the cup towards her mouth.
“It’s not… poisoned?” she whispered, sweat forming on her forehead.
His brows furrowed. “Why would it be?”
“Because… you… h-hate… me… so much.”
“I’d never try to kill you through poisoning.”
Her head rolled to one side, and suddenly, she was lying in his arms. “I’ll take it… because your… word… is… gold.”
Her mouth found the water, and she drank in large gulps, her hand tightening on his robe. King Lucien didn’t like physical contact, but he allowed it.
He knew she wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning.
When she was done, he withdrew the cup and tried to get up, but she clung to him, her dazed eyes staring at his. “What is wrong with me?”
“You’re heavily sedated on pills and potions.”
“So cold.”
“You’re cold?” he asked with a furrowed brow, knowing that the room was not cold at all.
“Your… eyes… they’re so cold,” she whispered drowsily.
A NIGHT WITH THE KING
When she was done, King Lucien withdrew the cup and tried to get up, but she clung to him, her dazed eyes staring at his. “So cold.”
“You’re cold?” he asked with a furrowed brow, knowing that the room was not cold at all.
“Your… eyes… they’re so cold,” she whispered.
King Lucien said nothing, knowing that the woman wasn’t herself. They heavily sedated heron pills and potions, and those had side effects.
He just stared at her.
It was the first time he allowed himself to gaze at her up close. The first time he allowed himself to really look at her.
To see Danika, not Cone’s daughter.
She was beautiful. The knowledge went to his stony heart and whispered to it. Beautiful and so pure looking.
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
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