Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
Head high, shoulders squared, she walked to the center of the room. Quietly, she removed her mask.
A chorus of ‘ooooh’ and ‘ahhhh’ rang out, their voices laced with approval, lust, and excitement.
“She looks like that mastiff, Cone,” King Noir snarled.
“Yes, she does. An extremely beautiful version of him. She takes more after Queen Meetia, her mother.” King Zeba drank his wine before he added, “She was one of the most beautiful queens among all the kingdoms when she was alive.”
They speak about me like I’m not standing right here,?Danika thought. Her fear mounted when she saw the anger and evil anticipation in their eyes: anger for her father and evil anticipation of what they planned to do to her.
She gripped her corset by the sides, squeezing the fabric to calm her nerves.
Don’t forget who you are. Don’t forget who you
are.
Now she understood what the king meant by unmasking.
With their permission, she put back her mask on and finally padlocked it.
King Moreh continued his speech, and the more he talked, the more agitated she was. From everything he said, she understood what was about to happen.
While the Mask Festival was going on in this royal court, she’d be taken to the inner room where the kings would visit her one after the other.
She swallowed tightly. Suddenly, she wanted to use the bathroom. This horrible impending torture was seriously upsetting her bladder.
“You can go back now, slave,” King Moreh said to her in the middle of his speech.
Danika breathed a deep sigh of relief as she walked back to King Lucien’s side and lowered herself to the ground in her usual position.
At least she wasn’t the center of attention for now; that was all that mattered.
Tears were prickling her eyes, and no matter how she tried to blink them back, they seemed determined to meet her cheeks. No matter how she wanted to be strong, Danika didn’t think she could survive this. They looked upon her with so much hate in their eyes, these kings.
Why did she have to go through this?
Once upon a time, none of these kings would look at her without respect.
Once upon a time, she’d be sitting on a gold chair instead of the cold, hard ground.
Once upon a time, these privileged people bowed in her presence, and none of them would look her in the eyes so obviously.
Once upon a time, she wore a crown on her head instead of a collar around her neck.
Baski rushed into the dressing room and stared at Sally. A different Sally.
One look at the girl and Baski already knew what she planned to do, and her heart broke.
“No, no, Sally, you can’t,” she said as she took steps deeper into the dressing room.
But Sally’s mind was made up. “I can. I will.”
“You want to take her place?” Baski whispered dreadfully.
Sally was dressed in the same clothing as Danika. She had a blonde wig on her head, just like Danika’s hair. The two women were almost the same height and build, and in a mask, no one would know the difference.
“Oh, Creator, you really want to take her place!” Baski gasped.
Sally nodded, staring at herself in the mirror. She looked… different. Wearing such elegant clothes, she looked sophisticated.
“If they find out, you’ll be in trouble, Sally. They will execute you for this!”
Sally stared at the older woman with a sad smile on her face. “That’s why I sent for you, Madam Baski. I know you can help me; they’ll never find out if you help me.”
“God, Sally, it’s too dangerous!” Baski shook her head. “And I don’t want you to do this, do you hear me!? No, I won’t allow this!”
Sally wiped the tears from her cheek. She walked closer and took Baski’s hand into hers, squeezing it in reassuringly, even as her own hands trembled badly.”My princess can’t live like that, Madam Baski. Those kings hate her. She’ll never survive what they’ll do to her. She wasn’t born like us. She’s no slave; she’s my princess! They’ll break her to pieces; she can never survive that.” Tears streaked down her made-up face.
“And you think will you survive it?” Baski countered softly.
The answer she got was more tears.
It made Baski’s eyes water. She squeezed Sally’s hands. “You won’t, Sally. You think just because of the…things you had to do to get us food that you can survive being the object of hateful violence of five powerful kings? You can’t survive that! I’m Remeta’s mother, and I know this with every bone in my body. You can’t do this, Sally, do you hear me!?” Baski said heatedly, shaking Sally’s arms.
Silence. Sally could only weep even as a little smile touched the corners of her mouth.”Please answer this question for me, Madam Baski. If it was King Lucien in there, and you had the power to save him, would you save him or not?” she whispered.
Baski allowed the question to wash over her. Then she lowered her head, her heart heavy. They both knew the answer to that question.
“And what about Sir Chad?” Sally continued in a whisper. “If it was King Lucien in such trouble, wouldn’t he do everything within his power to save the king-including dying for him?”
“Oh, Sally.”
“And what about Sir Declan?” she whispered tearfully.
Baski clutched her heavy heart at the mention of him.
“He died in Mombana-for his king,” Sally supplied. “And all of you would do it over and over and over again for him with a smile on your face, because that’s how much you love and want to protect King Lucien.”
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