Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
She looked behind her and stared up. There she stood at the window, staring at Danika with eyes filled with such loathing: Vetta, the king’s mistress.
The woman was still confined to her room, and from the look on her face, Danika could see that the woman was not happy about it.
In fact, the woman looked like she was halfway out of her mind in captivity. Danika bowed her head slightly in greeting.
Vetta only glared harder at her. Her hate for Danika grew in her state of confinement.
After remaining in her room for so many hours, she was agitated and felt caged. She hated-hated
-seeing the bitch responsible for her predicament.
How could something like this happen to her? Just because of a stupid slave!?
Vetta tried to calm herself. She was already well-rested, and her head was working better. She would deal with Danika! Only this time around, she’d deal with her in a much better way. She just had to come up with a better plan that would get rid of the bitch. One way or another.
Danika saw the way Vetta was staring at her. She stared right back at the woman without ducking her head like a coward-the wicked woman that almost killed her.
Danika didn’t come this far to be killed by anybody. She already got this far. And one day, she would have her freedom again. One day, she would pick up the pieces of her life.
She would never be a princess again, but she could be a scholar. She was far more educated than even the most educated, privileged women in these kingdoms.
Finally, she ignored the look of loathing the woman was sending her way, and with her head held high, she walked away from the garden.
Baski didn’t know how long she cried. Finally, she finished sobbing and dried her eyes. It didn’t matter who she cried for; some things just couldn’t be helped or changed.
She turned to walk out of the door when it opened again, and the king strode in. If he was surprised that she was still there, he didn’t let it show.
He walked towards his wardrobe, withdrew his belt of gold, and fixed it around his waist. He saw her teary face and his lips thinned.
She hesitated. “Can I ask if a-another kingdom sent their messenger already?”
“Four kingdoms sent their messengers. I got news that there’s a fifth kingdom, but no messenger yet.”
“Oh.” She lowered her head. She felt sad. There was no getting out of it this time. Even King Lucien couldn’t stop it.
He looked her in the eyes then. “I am working to abolish the tradition of introducing the king’s slaves. I want to abolish a lot of traditions too, but it’s not easy to do. Not at all. And it will take a lot of time, but I won’t give up.” He palmed his head like he had a terrible headache. “Some traditions have to go.”
It dawned on Baski then that he wasn’t as unaffected as she thought. He was just doing a better job at hiding it.
She nodded. “I know, my king. I know you never give up! And even if you fail in your mission for a better life for all of us low-born, we all know it’s not from of a lack of trying, my king,” she said passionately.
His Adam’s apple worked as he swallowed. “You give too much credit to a king that no longer has a heart, Baski. A king that can’t feel.” He turned his back to her. “It is only duty and my sense of responsibility for my people guiding me.”
Baski wanted to tell him that he still had a heart because of all the good he was doing in all his battles for them. Just a sense of responsibility would never have won all the battles King Lucien had fought for them-the battles he fought for them every day.
Most of the scrolls he wrote day and night were petitions to all twelve kingdoms. He was trying to right so many wrongs in this dark world.
It was difficult because the people who were supposed to come together and grant those petitions were the people who were enjoying the ‘wrongs’ too much.
Baski studied his face, and her heart hurt for him. He was fighting for others, but who would fight for him?
His demons remained unslain, and yet he tried to slay the demons of others. To fight for helpless people like Remeta.
Tears pricked the older woman’s eyes. “We will follow you to hell and back. Just like we did before, my king,” she stated firmly.
“You give so much credit to a king that can’t father an heir to his throne, Baski.” His cold eyes met hers, but Baski could see the underlying pain behind them.
He still had a heart, even though it was rusty from disuse. What affected Baski was the fear that the king would lose what was left of his heart after today.
Would it tear him up to watch the other kings introduce his slave?
Forced sex happened all the time in the world of slavery, and it was one of the most expected things in their world. But even during their time in captivity, King Lucien had always found it hard to watch it happen.
He fought tooth and nail to stop it from happening, even in chains. He hated watching it happen. Watching an introduction. Loathed it immensely.
Maybe that was why King Cone made sure he always watched. Why he made sure that King Lucien was always there, staring, hearing the screams but unable to do a thing about it.
Would it have felt good if the wicked king were alive to hear his own daughter’s screams of excruciating pain today?
He would probably roll in his grave hearing it.
Danika was walking through the back of the palace when a hand suddenly shot out and pulled at her.
“Don’t make a sound or you’ll regret it,” Karandy snapped at her.
Danika snapped her mouth shut. The man was holding her tight from behind and he was hurting her wounded back. She bit her lip hard.
He dragged her to an isolated part of the palace, entered a small storeroom, and locked the door.
“You’ve been a very bad bitch, haven’t you? What did you keep doing for the chief maid that made her give you multiple days off?” he snarled at her.
Danika swallowed the fear she felt about being alone with him. Instead, she stared at the slave trainer square in the face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You think I’m stupid? You stupid cunt.” He closed the distance between them, backing her to the wall. He wrapped his hand into her hair and yanked it back sharply.
“I’ve come to take what you’ve been denying me, you bitch,” he snapped roughly. “You’re a slave now and a slave’s dirty body belongs to all.”
“Let me go; you’re hurting me,” she said and pushed against him in a panicked state.
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