Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
“I’m doing so fine, m-my king,” she replied.
Danika prayed in her mind that Remeta wouldn’t slip and call her a queen in front of the king. Her heart was in her throat.
King Lucien had never been the type to hold conversations. He had always preferred silence to words, but with Remeta, he wanted to hear more from the girl. “How do you feel being in the palace?” he asked, doing his best to keep the usual hardness from his voice.
“Remeta feels good, Your Majesty. My queen said she’d keep her safe. That’s why Remeta wants to be with her queen, because with her, Remeta can try to look beautiful again without b-bed,” she whispered.
Danika’s heart dropped to the ground when she saw the king stiffen. Even Baski looked like she wanted to disappear into the ground-maybe because of the explosion she knew would come.
Oh, Remeta… why did you have to call me your queen in front of the king? Danika thought miserably. The silence was deafening.
“Is that who she is to you? Your queen?” the king finally asked, his face unreadable.
Remeta nodded her head vigorously. “She’s royalty, Your Highness. She…” the girl swallowed tightly, “she makes Remeta feel safe. Remeta wants to be close to her.”
Danika shifted uncomfortably on her feet while the king watched Remeta. Her heart took a dive in her chest when he finally raised his eyes and met hers. He didn’t say a thing to her. Instead, he watched her. She lowered her head, her fingerssqueezing her hand nervously. In her mind, she repeated,Ohheavens, ohheavens, ohheavens, ohheavens!
Lucien turned to a nervous-looking Baski, then said, “Tell the guards to move Danika’s things to the royal quarters, four bedrooms away from mine.”
A shocked Baski forced herself to speak. “B-but that’s the bedroom of the l-late princess,” she trailed off, almost sure that the king was joking.
No one was allowed in his sister’s bedroom-not even his mistress. That bedroom was most sacred to him, and he let nobody in it. Ever.
He nodded. “That’s the bedroom. From today onwards, it belongs to my slave.” Then he turned away and started leaving. Not before he gave his last command.
“To my chambers, Danika.”..
THE KING’S WORDS
Danika was in shock when she followed the king. Moved to the fourth bedroom-to the royal quarters! Tears burned the back of her eyes when it finally sunk in. Heavens. She had missed the floral scent of a royal bedroom. The sizeable space. The vast room. She had missed all of this, and now they’d move her to a royal bedroom in the royal quarters.
They cut through another hallway, and Danika tried her best not to panic because of his summons, not knowing what was going through his head. Would he punish her? She didn’t know if it would be a punishment for the way she put her hands on him in court or punishment for the way Remeta was addressing her.
When they cut through another hallway, she noticed his steps got slower, his breathing a labored, as if he had sprinted a mile.
His leg! She knew this instantly, and her gaze lowered to watch his right leg from behind.
He seemed to be in great pain and needed a body to lean on to relieve the pressure on that leg. But she knew that he’d never call for help.
Weaknesses were taboo to royalty-especially one as powerful as King Lucien.
Danika slowed her own steps and followed him. Then he took three more steps and almost lost his balance. She rushedforward immediately without giving it any thought and wrapped her arm around his waist in support. She leaned into him to take some of his weight, and what a weight it was.
He stiffened from and pulled away from her. He glared at her; his cold eyes almost angry-even as there was an underlying pain in his gaze. “Don’t ever try such a thing again or I will have you whipped. Don’t ever put your hand on me like that,” he snarled.
“I’m s-so so sorry, Master. Please forgive me,” she pleaded with her head bowed.
He said nothing and started forward again. Only this time, his steps were slower, and he was almost groaning with each step he took.
They were almost at the royal quarters, but it was still quite a walk. He stumbled on nothing again.
She pushed forward impulsively and wrapped her arms around him, doing it before she could think and before her brain activated itself. She had her arms around him and was taking most of his weight.
“Danika.” That one word held a lot of anger; it wasn’t looking good for her at all.
Well, if she’s going to perish, she might as well go all the way. “Please let me help, Master.”
“I’m not weak,” he snapped through gritted teeth.
“No, you’re not. But even the strongest of men need support once in a while, Master. Displaying weakness doesn’t make us weak; it makes us human.”
When the only answer Danika got was a grunt, she knew he must be in great pain. When she took a step forward and he didn’t protest, she was relieved and took another step forward. She supported him and he let her. She became his legs, and he walked with her.
The king was leaning heavily on Danika even as he kept most of his weight away from her, so he didn’t crush her. They took steady steps until, finally, they arrived at the turn of the hallway that led to his chambers.
He stopped. “Go and tell the guards that I dismiss them,” he grated, sweat beading on his forehead.
Would they listen to her? Danika wondered about it, but she still nodded, bowed, and gently extracted herself from him. She rounded the corner and strode straight to the guards. She gave them the king’s orders, and none of them argued with her. The door was suddenly empty, like the hallway.
“It is done, Master,” she said as she walked back to him.
He nodded curtly and started forward again. Danika took her place at his side with her arm around him, taking some of his weight while she walked with him step by step.
They entered his chambers, and she walked him to the bed, then helped him sit down on the edge. She then strode to the bathroom and brought out a small bucket and a wet rag, returning to him and lowering herself at his feet. She knew he must be in a lot of pain when she took his leg into her hand and he let her. When she removed his shoe and raised his garment, Danika saw Baski had already applied her herbs on him, so she helped rub the herbs over his leg to touch the places that were untreated because of his walk.
Afterwards, she stared up at him. His eyes were on her, scrutinizing her.
She rose to her knees and bowed her head to him. “You summoned me, Master.”
The silence was deafening.
Nervousness was all Danika breathed. She pressed her hands together and squeezed to reassure herself, but her hands turned cold and clammy.
“Why does she call you that? Her queen?”
“I-I don’t know, Your Majesty.”
“You didn’t ask her to address you that way?”
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