Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
Baski shook her head miserably, drawing her knees up and wrapping her arms around them. How could there be so much disaster in one morning?
Danika was caught in the arms of a lover.
The king is shattered.
Danika is losing her pregnancy.
Remeta is missing.
Danika will be executed in three days.
The king just killed his own child by his own hands.
Baski did not know how long she sat there on the cold hard ground. Later, she wiped her tears and got up.
No. There was no way she was letting all this go. She would investigate! She would do her best to find out the truth of everything that happened today!
First of all, she needed to hear from Danika. Then she would look for Remeta. Her daughter might be the only person that knew the whole truth about this tragedy that befall this kingdom today.
The king did not walk so regally anymore. In fact, he looked like he was doing his best to keep from staggering on his feet as he walked.
Vetta watched him closely, ignoring the painful pinches she was feeling on her abdomen. She had been feeling that tiny needle-like pinches since she took her fertility pills.
She followed right behind him. “Your Highness, I’m so sorry you had to go through that. Danika did something so abominable! I’m so sorry that you had to witness that.”
He did not turn around. Neither did his steps falter. He kept walking to his bedroom, saying absolutely nothing.
“I don’t know how to make you feel better, Your Majesty,” Vetta continued hurriedly, following him closely. “Danika betrayed you in the worst possible way. Having a lover behind your back, sleeping with him in the storeroom for heavens knows how long? Getting pregnant for him and trying to pin it on you?”
He flinched again like he’d been slapped. But he kept on walking.
Vetta shook her head sympathetically. “She is, indeed, her father’s daughter. So heartless and—“
“Get lost.” A calm monotone penetrated her, sending a chill down her body.
What? She did not think she heard him correctly.
“My king?” They had gotten to his chambers, and he’d walked into it while she was at the door.
He threw a glance at her behind his shoulder. “Get. Lost.”
Okay. She never expected him to push her away so blatantly. He has never done that before. Swallowing tightly, she wondered what Danika would do in this situation. Like every other human being, the former princess might be very afraid of the king, but she would have taken a bold step anyway to go close to him. To try to calm him. Help him.
Maybe that was how she got a powerful man like him to fall for her.
Vetta squared her shoulders. Well, she could do that too.
“I know you’re hurt, Lucien,” she began in a voice she hoped was soothing. “I know you feel so betrayed because of what she did. I want to help you.”
“Get out, Vetta.” He walked into his wardrobe and began taking off his clothes.
Vetta tried to know what was going on in his mind, but there was no way to know that. His inscrutable cold face scared her, and his strangely calm demeanor was terrifying. “Can I come in?” she pushed. “I can stay with you in case you need someone to-“
He raised his eyes and looked at her, effectively cutting her off without saying a word.
Then, “Get lost from my presence, Vetta. I want to be alone. I don’t need you. I don’t need anybody,” he stated baldly, his cold eyes holding hers. “If I have to say it again, I will banish you from Salem just to get rid of your presence. Get lost from my side. I do not want to see your face.”
That said, he turned and walked back to his inner chambers and closed the door….
Kamara stayed with Callan until evening. Occasionally, she worried that her father might already be back from court and noticed that she was not in her room. But she didn’t let it bother her much. How could she,? when she got the opportunity to spend a very good time with Callan? They’d talked about how he’s been these past few months. She told him about her courting week. How good Salem is. All her experiences. She excluded the few moments she had with the king, not wanting to spoil their moment together.
In turn, he told her that he hadn’t regained his memories, but he did tell her that his wounds were healing properly.
Kamara knew that Callan was unhappy about his lost memory. It makes him agitated, not knowing many things; his past, where he’s from, his family.
Being unhappy about it also made Kamara very unhappy about his memory loss, mainly because he was unhappy. Deep down in her heart, she admits that she’s a little relieved about it.
What if his past takes him far away from her? The thought is quite dreadful.
What if he already has a family somewhere far away who misses him? A wife? A child?
“Why are you sad, my lady? Did I do something wrong?” His brows were knitted in worry as he asked.
Kamara was drawn back to reality. She shook her head. “No, no, of course not. I was just thinking. It’s nothing.”
He hesitated. It worried him that he might have done something to make her sad.
She’d spent hours in this small house of his, and deep within himself, he realized how much he enjoyed her presence. It gave life to his home…to him.
“Truly, I’m fine.” she smiled in reassurance, looking out the window. “Although, I’ll have to get going soon. It’s almost sundown; my father will soon be finishing with court.”
Callan got up when she did. “Alright, my lady. Although, I doubt if he will search for you immediately after he gets out of court. It tends to drain them and leave them tired.”
Kamara was on her way to the door then stopped immediately and turned to him with surprise on her face. “That’s true. But how do you know what the court is like?”
It dawned on Callan what he said. He stopped, too, his brows knitted in a frown. How did he know that? “I-I have no idea,” he responded truthfully. He cracked his brain, trying to think of anything else, but his head remained blank.
Peasants weren’t supposed to know that. Kamara cocked her head to the side, thinking about it.
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