Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
Danika withdrew the wet cloth and raised her other empty hand. She placed her palm on his forehead and rested it there. Gradually, the stiffness left his body, and he relaxed back into unconsciousness.
Baski and Chad released a breath they didn’t know they’d been holding. “Yes, I knew you could do it, Danika,” Baski said, her relief apparent.
Vetta was dumbfounded as she watched Danika give the king’s face a cold bath while resting her hand on him.
How was this possible?
For the first time in as long as she could remember, Vetta went numb inside as she wondered how in heaven this was possible.
“We’re going to leave him in your care now, Danika, and—” Baski began.
“We won’t do anything of the sort!” Vetta stated angrily.
Baski whirled around and faced her. “It has been a long day, and the king is unwell. We should give him time to recover, Mistress.”
“We should! But we aren’t leaving him in the care of this snake! Never! I refuse that! What if she poisons him!? Or harms him!?” she snarled, her eyes blazing.
“Danika is not that kind of person, Mistress,” Baski said calmly, surprising Danika.
Vetta’s cheek turned up angrily. “How would you know what kind of person she is!? Just because Remeta had some misguided notions of her doesn’t make her a saint, Baski! This woman hates the king as much as the king hates her! Why would we leave him in her care!? Never!”
Danika turned towards them and looked an uncertain Baski in the eyes. “I would never do anything that would hurt the king,” she vowed.
“How dare you speak when you aren’t spoken to!?” Vetta took two steps forward, ready to strike her hard on the face again. But Chad moved in front of Danika, blocking Vetta’s path.
“Get out of my way, right this minute!” Vetta commanded, her anger boiling.
“I can’t do that, Mistress.”
She stuck Chad hard on the cheek. “I said, get out!”
He didn’t blink an eye. “No. I can’t do that.”
She raised her hand again, but Baski intervened. “The king is sick! The king is unwell! This shouldn’t be what we’re doing right now!”
Vetta closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She forced herself to put her hand to her side. That was when she realisedshe had hit Chad. She’d hit him and she’d been ready to hit him again.
Chad watched her carefully, and Baski looked at her like she was a stranger. Vetta raised her chin, refusing to feel shame. He didn’t have to block her path, but he did! It was his fault.
“The king is unwell,” Baski continued. “We have to give him the time he needs to recover. He needs peace and quiet. We can settle our differences when he’s better again.? We shouldn’t disrespect him by shouting and fighting in his chambers.” She stared pointedly at Vetta, who finally ducked her head in shame then.
Baski turned to Danika, whose attention was on the king, and she was still running the wet cloth down his cheek. Her touch was so gentle it was obvious she was deliberately doing her best not to hurt him. Baski watched the rise and fall of the king’s chest. He looked more relaxed than he had been all day.
“Danika,” Baski called.
Danika turned towards her. “Yes, Madam Baski.”
“I’m leaving the king in your care. Take good care of him. I’ll come in to check up on him as much as possible, but he needs rest now. We will all leave him to you.”
“Alright, Madam Baski. I’ll take care of him,” Danika whispered.
Chad was still watching Vetta when Baski told them it was time for all of them to leave. “When did you change so much?”he suddenly asked.
“I don’t understand what you’re saying.” Vetta whirled around and marched out of the king’s bedroom, still reeling in anger. Why did it have to be Danika seeing to the king whenshe was his mistress!? What kind of insult was this!? As she marched away, Vetta’s anger was boiling to the point she was shaking with it.
Chad turned to Baski. “Did she change? Or was she always like this?” he asked calmly, his face so unreadable he reminded Baski of the king.
Baski took a deep breath. “I don’t know, Chad. I don’t know anything anymore.”
Chad said nothing and walked out of the door, too.
Baski watched him. Both men were so similar, and she knew it was because of how long they’d been together. Chad had been with King Lucien since they both were twelve. She turned to have one last glance at the king and Danika, who was running the water down the king’s neck carefully and tenderly.
He’s in safe hands, she thought with conviction. Then she turned and walked out of the bedroom.
MY DANIKA
It took a lot of convincing from Baski and Chad before Sally would believe that her princess wasn’t getting punished by anybody, and was instead taking care of the king. At first, Sally thought Baski was deceiving her to keep her away from the dungeon or anywhere her princess was getting punished. She had run to the dungeons in search of her princess, but she’d been unable to see her. She’d searched and searched.
Finally, Sally gave in to the urge to confront Sire Chad about it. Since the previous night, he had been avoiding her.
When she woke up in the morning with the memories of the things he did to her the night before, Sally felt betrayed and hurt that he would do something like that to her. But it was also Madam Baski that sat her down and told her bits and pieces of the things Sire Chad had been through-things that made tears roll down her eyes.
How could the former Mombana king be such a wicked man? How could he be the opposite of his father?
Madam Baski had told her that Chad had been disgusted with himself about what he did to her and that was why he was keeping his distance. After she heard that, Sally wanted to seek him out to tell him she forgave him for the things he did, but she had always been shy and uncertain about talking to him.
What if he pushed her away?
But now, she didn’t waste time giving it a second thought. Instead, she went in search of him and found him on the training grounds with some new guards.
“Can I t-talk to you for a minute, Sire Chad?” she whispered in a small voice.
He wanted to refuse. It was at the tip of his tongue to do so.
“Please,” she added.
He nodded in agreement and took her to a more private place. She’d told him the reason she was looking for him.
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
Dayson was the alpha of the largest pack in North America. Powerful figures from other packs sought to offer gorgeous girls as potential mates for Dayson. He steadfastly rejected these advances, he was not a pawn to be manipulated. But eventually there came a mysterious girl he could hardly say No. Who was she?