Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
Finally, he raised his head and stared at her. Only for a moment. He reached into the bag of scrolls and withdrew a blank scroll, and handed it to her.
Her worry dissolved, and peace settled in her heart. She already anticipated the serenity and the peace of working with him. He handed her a manuscript, a writing feather, and a small bottle of ink. She took it graciously and arranged them on the floor.
“I overslept.” He glared at her accusingly. “Now I have a lot of work to do.”
Danika didn’t know what to say, so she kept her mouth shut. He faced his desk and continued scribbling. She started reading, translating, and writing. They worked in silence. She concentrated on the manuscript and translated every single sentence with care.
Suddenly, the door opened. “My king, I—” Vetta’s voice cut off as soon as it started as she saw the king and Danika working together.
“Get out.” He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t spare her a glance.
“Y-yes, my king.” She fumed silently. She’d wanted to come and remind him about the hunting tomorrow. Only to see this!
So, he writes with her? She didn’t even know something like that happened. Why did that bitch have to know how to read and write!?
Danika never looked up at her; she was too absorbed in her work to notice, and it only made the mistress angrier. No acknowledgment from the slave whatsoever! And the king wasn’t doing anything about it!
Vetta turned and marched out angrily. It solidified her resolve to go through with the plans she had for Danika. There was no way she was letting her conscience get in the way!
If anybody deserved to experience what pain and horror felt like, it was the proud daughter of King Cone!
Hours later, movement beside Lucien caught his attention. He swiveled his head to see Danika’s head weaving around dizzily. She caught herself yet again and tried to concentrate. He watched her. It didn’t take long again before her eyes slid close and her head almost fell again. She caught herself. The nexttime, her head hung to one side, and she fell asleep. He still watched her.
Was she a devil like her father? Could she be fooling him?
Why was the universe playing such a cruel joke on him? Why would the daughter of the monster who ruined him be the person he found peace with-the person with whom he found sleep? The king frowned as he tried to think of every logical explanation to understand such a strange occurrence. He could come up with none.
His eyes found the open scroll, and the beautifully written words on them. Her handwriting was pleasing to the eye.
He folded another completed scroll and put it aside. “Chad.”
The door opened, and another guard entered. “He has retired to his quarters, your majesty.”
“Take her to the bed,” he ordered as he opened another blank scroll. After sleeping all afternoon, he was ready to work most of the night.
“Yes, my king.” The guard walked closer and lifted Danika from the ground. She sighed sleepily and settled against the guard. He started walking out of the room.
“I didn’t order you to take her out of this room, Zariel.”
The guard stopped suddenly and turned. “I’m so sorry, my king. I thought you wanted me to take the slave to her room.”
“Lay her down on the bed, Zariel.” He spared the guard a glance. “My bed.”
“Oh. Of-of course, my king.” He hurriedly walked to the bed and gently deposited Danika on it.
She laid there sleeping while the guard stepped back, bowed to the king, and took his leave.
Baski woke up and stared at the hourglass. It showed that it was well past midnight. She looked beside her and watched Remeta sleeping soundly beside her. She had waited for the girlto fall asleep in Danika’s bedroom before she carried her from the bedroom to her room here in the palace.
It was only in these moments of Remeta sleeping well that Baski could put some herbs on her and rub her body with the healing medicine that would clear the scars from the scratches she gave herself.
Baski got up from the bed and walked to the table. She opened her herb bag and brought out all the leaves, stems and concoctions she packed in it. But as she searched, she couldn’t find the most important leaf. How could she not pack the Dorco plant? It was the most important plant with she used in making the Forb-bane. The Forb-bane was a medicinal herb used for healing the skin.
There might still be a small leaf of it in the backyard.
Baski left it all scattered on the table and strode out of the bedroom. She checked to make sure that Remeta was still sleeping before she closed the door.
She walked through the servant’s quarters into the royal quarters. When she entered the hallway of the king’s chambers, she strained her neck to see his door.
The lights were on. The king was still awake.
She shook her head and continued on her way. She had passed the bedroom of the late Princess Melia when she heard whimpers. Soft, terrified whimpers.
Baski paused and walked back to the door. She opened it and froze.
Chad laid on top of Sally, with her nightgown on her midriff and his face buried in her womanhood.
“Good heavens!” Baski cried in horror as she walked into the bedroom.
He didn’t move, but Sally swiveled her head and stared at Baski with terrified, tear-filled eyes.
“Madam Baski,” she whimpered. “Please, help me. Make him stop.”
Baski hurried towards Sally and started patting her head in reassurance. “Calm down, my dear, okay? Stay calm. He’s not in his right mind or he’d never do something like this to you!”
Tears rolled down Sally’s eyes. She was terrified as Chad’s tongue flicked on her body down there and his gigantic body took up the space between her legs. The memories of when she took her princess’s place in court flooded her mind. She could only see the kings and the things they did to her.
Sally closed her eyes tight and whimpered in terror. Her body remained stiff. She was too scared to struggle or twist away.
Baski walked to Chad and pulled him away from Sally. “Alright, that’s it, big guy. Follow me.”
She was half-scared that he wouldn’t follow her but breathed a deep sigh of relief when he extracted himself from Sally’s shivering body.
His eyes were glazed over in sleep as he followed Baski to the bathroom. As she poured a bucketful of water over his head, she was in thought.
Why Sally? Why did his sexmonia sleepwalking carry him to Sally’s bedroom?
She’d always known that Chad sleepwalked to the king’s bed some nights; it had been going on since they escaped slavery five years ago. His unconscious mind was so trapped in the past that his legs carried him to the bedroom of the person occupying his mind.
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