Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
“Your eyes… they got colder.” She swallowed. “Filled with so much hate.”
He couldn’t bear to stare at her face any longer, because no matter what, he must still see her as Cone’s daughter. “I hate you, Danika.”
Her lips twitched, and she blinked ever so slowly. “I know… my king.”
He looked away.
She placed a hand on his chest. “There are scars here, too. Internal scars. Here… they seem bigger there… in your heart.”
“They are.”
“Can they… ever heal?”
“No.”
“That’s sad.”
He laid her back on the bed and pulled away, then stood up. “Go back to sleep,” he said curtly. “You’ll be fine on the morrow.”
Through her dazed eyes, she watched him leave.
She watched him walk like a panther as he went to the table and dropped the cup of water. A huge, wounded panther.
She watched him climb onto the bed and lay down on it. She felt a burn to her chest suddenly.
Why did her heart hurt to watch him?
As she drifted back to sleep, she wondered how bruised he was there, too.
Danika woke up the following day disoriented. Her body was heavy, her surroundings completely unfamiliar. She opened her eyes and didn’t recognize where she was. This wealthy, luxurious room could only mean one place.
No-no way.
Her eyes widened as she sat up. She was really in the king’s chambers! This is where she slept!
“Oh heavens, oh heavens, oh heavens, oh heavens! What did I do!?” she whispered to herself in sheer horror.
She peeked up… up… up… to the top of the bed and let out a deep breath of relief. He wasn’t there. The king wasn’t there.
As she got off the bed, the events of the previous day came crashing into her head. Being taken from her room… being flogged… she fainted…
With the return of her memory came the recognition of the dull pain coming from her back. The pain wasn’t as intense as it was the previous day, nor as much as she expected it to be.
She tiptoed to the nearest mirror and stared at her back. A map of green leaves and whitish concoctions crisscrossed her flesh.
She’d been treated. Treated thoroughly.
She felt better. For someone who thought she’d died, she shouldn’t feel this good.
The memory of the rest of the day was a blur. Sally had saved her; Danika was very sure of that. She knew she was at the brink of death yesterday, and the mistress was ready to kill her.
She stared at the tent she’d laid in and still couldn’t believe that she’d slept in the king’s chambers.
The king’s chambers!
“You’re awake.”
The deeply familiar baritone had her turning towards the library just in time to see him walking out.
Her knees lowered on their own accord to the floor, and her head lowered too. “Master,” she whispered.
King Lucien stood at the door of the library, leaning back against it. “Rise.”
She stood, her head lowered. When she heard footsteps of him walking towards his writing desk, she allowed herself to stare at him.
How did she get here yesterday?
“I’m really sorry about s-sleeping here and—“
“You wouldn’t sleep here if I wasn’t aware of it, Danika,” he interrupted curtly, without looking at her.
“Oh” She was at a loss for words.
“How are you feeling?”
“I feel… better,” she answered truthfully.
“Good. Because you’re going back to your normal activities today. That includes working the mines, doing laundry, cutting grass, and all your other responsibilities.”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered without hesitation, pushing the dread and hurt from her mind.
You’re a slave, Danika. You’re no longer a princess.
He finally looked up, and their eyes met.
Immediately, bits and pieces of the memories of the previous night came rushing back to Danika. She remembered.
Being in his arms, running her hands on his face and chest, talking openly to him.
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