Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
Danika lowered her head in a bow of greeting, but she didn’t stop stroking the king’s hair or humming to him.
Vetta couldn’t believe what she was seeing. The king had his arm wrapped loosely around Danika while she patted his head and hummed him a song.
He was sleeping. The king was sleeping, even in a sitting position.
The scene hurt Vetta too much; it overrode her mind with so much anger and rage, she almost doubled over. The jealousy she felt was overwhelming.
“What do you think you’re doing?” She did her best to keep her whispered voice neutral, even as her insides were burning.
“The king is sleeping, Mistress. I am stroking his head and singing to him to help him have a better sleep.”
Vetta knew she should be happy that the king could finally rest his head in sleep, but the happiness was nowhere to be found. Other feelings overrode it.She glared at the woman in a slave uniformwith the bearing of a princess. Even after standing for so long, she must have been uncomfortable, the woman lookedelegant as she caressed the king’s hair like a pianist would lovingly stroke the keys.
Vetta wanted her out. Out of the king’s life. Out of the palace. Out of Salem.
“He is sleeping already. Gently lay him out on the bed and get out!” Vetta hissed, her shoulders shaking with barely controlled rage.
Danika saw the way the mistress was practically boiling over, even as she was doing her best to hide it. She decided that it’d be good not to protest. “Yes Mistress,” she muttered. Gently, she moved forward until the king’s head touched the bed. He laid down on it and she raised his legs onto the bed.
Once done, Danika stepped back,but the mistress suddenly grabbed her arm. She hauled her out of the bedroom until they were out of the king’s chambers.
“What do you think you’re doing!?” Vetta snarled at her.
Danika’s heart was beating out of her chest, but outside, she looked at the mistress with a calm demeanor. “I did nothing, Mistress. I was only following the king’s orders.”
Vetta grabbed hold of her hair and yanked so hard on it, she pulled several strands from the root as she drew Danika’s facecloser to hers. “Keep to your dirty, filthy lane, you slave!” she hissed. “Donotput your hands on people who are in a higher class than you are!”
As soon as Vetta grabbed her hair, Danika had expected her to drag her by it, so when Vetta did, Danika didn’t cry out from the intense pain. Instead, she bit the insides of her cheeks to keep from crying out. “I was only following the king’s orders,” she repeated through gritted teeth.
“That’s a lie! You were intentionally messing with him! Who do you think you are!?”
The hallway was empty, and the mistress’s hand in her hair was really hurting her. Danika had had enough.
She grabbed Vetta’s hand and yanked it away from her hair. Vetta gasped, surprise dulling the rage and anger for a bit. Danika arranged her curls by running her hand through her hair, and she avoided her burning scalp, massaging her hair till it was better.
Then her eyes met and held Vetta’s burning gaze. She squared her shoulders.”I am Danika, Mistress. The king’s slave is who I am.”She started walking past an angry Vetta and stopped a few steps past her. She swiveled her head to the side. “For twenty-two years, I was Princess Danika, the princess of the Mombana kingdom. My status has fallen, Mistress, but a few months didn’t take away years of upbringing and conditioning-years of class. Please forgive me for putting my hands on people in a better class than I am, but it was the king’s orders.” She turned her head and walked away.
Vetta stood there with her mouth gaping open. That bitch yanked her hand away from her hair! She dared speak to her about the past!? Did she just intentionally remind Vetta that she was once a princess and she, Vetta, was once a slave!?
Did she just remind her that she was born royalty, and she, Vetta, was born a slave!?
How. Dare. She!?
“I can’t believe this bedroom is ours now!” Sally cried with excitement hours after she came back from the market.
At first, she’d been panicked when she saw their bedroom being emptied. But then she’d heard that they were moving to the royal quarters, and she just couldn’t believe it!
Danika smiled up at her, standing beside her, then they looked at Remeta, who was sleeping on the bed.
Baski had brought lunch earlier for her and Remeta, and she’d made Remeta eat hers. It made her mother thrilled, and when she’d asked her how the king was doing, Danika also told her that the king was sleeping. The happiness in Baski’s face was indescribable. The woman had tears of joy in her eyes, and after what the king told her about his relationship with Baski, she finally understood on a personal level how much the older woman loved the king so maternally.
Now, they watched Remeta lying on the bed. Sally bit her lip. “Now that we’re no longer in the slave’s quarters, d-do you think the king will allow me to keep staying with you, my princess?” Danika turned to her, seeing the helpless look in her eyes. “I don’t want to stay away from you. I don’t want to. They will force me too,” she continued.
Danika placed a hand on her shoulder. “All slaves, maids, and servants are under Madam Baski, and she already knows that you’re here. If the king finds out…”she bit her lip in thought, “We’ll cross that bridge later.”
Sally nodded her head. “Alright, my princess.” Her lips stretched in a smile. “We live in the moment. No point thinking about tomorrow, right!?”
Danika nodded with a smile. “Exactly. How was your day at the market?”
Sally flushed a little and ducked her head.
Danika’s brows rose in question. “Sally?”
“Sire Chad saw me on the way, and he escorted me. He walked me to the market, and even as I picked out my cottons, he stood there patiently and waited for me,” Sally told her princess shyly, her face glowing.
Danika’s eyes widened. She tried to reconcile the image of the stoic, cool personal guard of the king that didn’t care about looking at people’s faces, spending some time with Sally and walking her to the market. It was a little hard to believe, but she wasn’t surprised. Danika had seen the way the two of them stood together and talked.
Danika watched Sally’s glowing face and decided that her best friend did like Chad a lot. She wished Sally happiness-anything that would make Sally happy would make Danika happy.
“Oh, I heard that the wicked mistress went into the king’s chambers. Did she see you there?” Sally suddenly asked, her eyes wide.
The question reminded Danika of her burning scalp. Impulsively, her hand went up to her hair. It also reminded her of the things she’d said to the mistress and her cheeks turned red. She couldn’t believe that she’d spoken to her in that way.
“Oh, Sally.” She exhaled in defeat. The mistress would just tell the king about it, and she’d be punished for it.
“What happened?” Sally asked worriedly.
“The mistress almost scalped me, so I yanked her hand away from my hair and said some things to her. Not mean things,” she added. “Just things a slave should never say to a mistress.”
Sally thought about that, and her brow knitted in worry. She didn’t want anything to happen to her princess, but then again, that Wicked Witch of the West was just too… wicked.
“Don’t worry about it, Sally. We’ll cross that bridge later.” She went right ahead, reassuring Sally when she saw the worry.
Sally nodded. She even smiled. “Don’t mind that mistress. I don’t know why she hates you so much that she almost whipped you to death. Even the king never did that!”
“I wonder too.”
Sally smiled. “Let’s go wash clothes, my princess, before they come to call us.”
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