Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
“Oh… ” Danika thought about that, trying to understand. Then her eyes cleared in understanding. “Is it because of the herbs you gave me before? Are they still working and effective? For how long?”
“For months to come,” Baski answered reluctantly.
“Okay.” Danika took a deep breath.
Finally done with her herbs, she offered the potion to Danika. She took the wooden cup from the older woman and drank the bitter liquid.
“You’ll feel better in no time,” she reassured, taking the empty cup from her.
“Thank you so much, Baski.”
“You’re welcome.”
Danika bit her lips. “Can I ask you something?”
“What is it?” Baski started packing her med bag.
She didn’t know how to ask, but she pushed the words out nonetheless. “Who’s Declan?”
Baski’s head whipped up; she whirled around so fast she was spinning as she faced Danika. “How did you hear that name?”
Danika worried her lower lip. “When the king’s mistress tortured me, she kept hitting my back with the whip, saying that I deserve to go through everything Declan went through-“
“No one deserves that,” Baski inserted flatly, her lips pursed in disapproval.
“And then, last night, the king spoke his name before I entered his room. He was having a nightmare,” she paused. “He told Declan that he was sorry. I heard him say that.”
Baski’s eyes watered. She blinked rapidly to clear her eyes, then turned back towards the table and continued packing her bag.
“Who’s Declan?” Danika repeated softly.
Baski didn’t answer. The question hung in the air for so long Danika knew she wouldn’t answer.
“M-my… p-princess…”
Danika stilled at the hoarse sound of Sally’s voice. Her head whipped around, and she stared at Sally, whose eyes fluttered open.
“Sally! Oh, Creator… Sally!” She climbed onto the bed, crawling towards Sally.
Sally’s eyes found her princess. “M-my… p-princess…”
“How do you feel, Sally? How are you doing?”
Sally tried to sit up, and Danika saw the move. She helped Sally to sit up on the bed, both wincing at the same time.
Sally heard her wince, and she lifted concerned eyes towards Danika. “Are you… alright, my p-p-Princess?”
The question so softly asked-so brokenly asked-caused tears to fill Danika’s hurting eyes immediately. She pushedcloser and wrapped her arms around Sally’s body, burying her face in her neck.
“Oh, Sally. How can you ask about me when you’re the person who’s hurt!? Why did you do it!? Why!? Why did you do that to me, Sally?” she cried.
Sally didn’t enjoy seeing her princess cry. She had never liked it. Hearing her princess’s cries, feeling the way her body was shaking against hers, was hurting her badly.
“My princess. Please, don’t cry,” she whispered, raising her bandaged hand. She patted Danika’s back in reassurance. “Please, don’t cry. I don’t like that you cry.”
Those words only made Danika cry harder, even as she tried to control herself. She couldn’t help it. Her body shook with the force of the pain and relief coursing through her.
Sally’s here. Sally’s alive. Sally would be fine.
Everything else didn’t matter. It didn’t matter how yesterday’s event affected Sally. It didn’t matter that Sally might probably never recover from it. What mattered was that she was there. She was alive.
She survived.
As Danika cried, she admitted to herself that she must be a selfish person for being relieved that Sally was alive-even though it was obvious she was in deep pain. At that moment, it didn’t matter. Danika vowed then that she’d protect Sally as best as she could. She also vowed to do everything within her power to help Sally heal. Everything.
“I’ll leave you two to talk. I’ll be back soon. Sally needs her wounds cleaned and redressed,” Baski’s voice came.
Danika pulled back and stared at her. “Thank you so much, Madam Baski. Thank you so much for everything.”
“You’re welcome. I’ll be back.” She turned to leave, but then she stopped and turned back. “He was his cousin,” she blurted.
“Huh?” Danika stared at her with teary eyes, clearly lost.
Baski’s lashes fluttered, her eyes lowering. When she raised them again, the sadness in her eyes was stark and blatant. “You asked who Declan is,” she said finally. “Declan was the king’s young cousin.”
JUSTICE AND RUMOR
“You… must… have been so worried. I’m so… sorry, my princess,” Sally whispered as she gazed at her princess when Baski left the room.
Danika only pulled her close, wrapping her arms around her again, tears blurring her eyes. “Please, don’t ever do something like this to me again, Sally. You don’t know how heartbreaking it was. Oh, Sally, I’m so, so sorry. I’m s-so sorry for what they did to you!”
Sally pulled back. Staring into her face, she palmed Danika’s cheeks with shaky, bandaged hands. “What those k-kings did… to me hurt so much, my princess. I almost died… from the pain.”
“Oh, Sally.” Danika’s heart broke a little more inside.
“It hurt, my princess, but I could endure it; I wanted to. I had to. I did it for you because I know you… could never take s-such treatment from them.” Her lips curved into a small smile. “You’re my princess; you aren’t a slave.”
“Sally, you don’t know how hard it was seeing you that way because of me. You should have given me a choice. I would have been on that table instead of you. Because of me.
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
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