Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
“I might have been a bodyguard before I lost my memory,” Callan guessed with a nervous smile, trying to ease the tension in the air.
It was supposed to be a funny statement, but Kamara really pondered on that. “Now that I think about it, I don’t think it’s such a bad guess.”
Callan began shaking his head, but she persisted, her eyes looking him over. “You know about the court; you can use the sword too. It would also explain how you know how to write. Not to mention…”
“Mention what?” he asked curiously after she trailed off.
Kamara’s cheeks heated up. She cleared her throat and added. “Not to mention h-how good your physique looks. Eventhe wounds and scars you washed up our shores carrying on your body might be battle scars. And you have the wide chest of a warrior.”
Pleasure sizzled inside Callan’s body that she would notice all these about him. She has a good memory of him and has taken quite good notice of his body.
Wouldn’t that mean that she likes him? No. It wouldn’t mean that at all, he cautioned himself.
He led her to the door and they faced each other. Silence descended.
“Can I kiss you?” Callan blurted out.
Baski walked into the small entrance of the dungeon. She stopped when she saw Danika lying down on the cold ground several feet away from her. She turned to Dargak, who stood behind her. “Open this cell for me, please.”
“You know the king did not instruct it. It will get me into huge trouble,” the warrior answered gently.
Baski knew all that, but she was desperate. The king hadn’t gotten out of his bedroom since he walked into it in the morning. The sun was down now; it was late evening.
“I won’t put you in trouble, Dargak. I will take full responsibility for being caught inside her cell. But you have to let me in, please. It’s cold in there, and she is barely dressed,” she pleaded.
The warrior took in the dress she had in her hand. Baski did well to hide the bread she’d gotten from the kitchen inside the big petticoat, where it wouldn’t be seen.
Dargak still hesitated after the eye inspection. He was wary of incurring the king’s wrath. Everyone was, including Baski. No one wanted the king focused on them with the mood he was in now.
“Please, Dargak. That woman is pregnant, and she has already lost her baby. The least we can do is to clothe her up so she doesn’t catch a cold. Your young wife is six months along. I’m sure you will understand this. Please,” she begged.
He sighed in resignation and walked ahead of her. The sound of a lock opening filled the air. He turned back to her. “I will only give you a short moment with her.”
“That’s all I ask for. Thank you so much, Dargak.”? Baski hurried past him and entered the cell. It reminded her vividly of being held captive in those cold hard cells in Mombana, and her steps faltered as the age-old fear filled her. She forced herself to fight the fear that spread through her mind.
You are free now. You are no longer in captivity. You and Remeta are free again.
Baski repeated that several times in her mind until she could breathe freely again. Relieved, she walked farther into the cell, observing that Danika hadn’t moved an inch since she came here.
“Danika?” Baski called softly, laying the petticoat aside. She lowered herself behind Danika and touched her back tentatively.
She didn’t respond. But Baski knew that she was not asleep.
Baski’s eyes widened when she saw Danika’s lower body. The blood that made it out of her body had dried around her thighs, and she was still dropping new ones. But she wasn’t bleeding as heavily as she was supposed to. Did it mean that the child was still with her?
“Oh, Danika. I think you might still be pregnant even after the collar shock!” Tears prickled Baski’s eyes. “Your baby might still be hanging in there!”
“It d-does not matter.” Danika’s voice came out hoarsely. “We are still going to die on the fourth day anyway.”
“By the gods! Your child!” Baski got up and hurried out of the dungeon. She rushed to her bedroom and lifted her herbs bag to her shoulders. Then she picked out fresh towels, a bowl of freshwater, and the new herb roots she had collected the day before. Finally, she turned and ran back to the dungeon.
Danika hadn’t moved an inch from the ground she laid. Baski walked closer to her. “Your child is a strong fighter, Danika. I gave up, knowing how bad the collar shock was, but this baby might still be in there. It’s been hours; you should have lost so much blood but look at you.” Her voice was filled with awe.
“It doesn’t matter, Baski.”
“It does! Oh, have a little faith, Danika.” Baski sat down and pushed Danika until she rolled around to face her.
Danika’s eyes were red and swollen, her face like a person who’s been crying for long. “It has nothing to do…with f-faith, Baski. You saw the king, right?”
“I saw him. How couldn’t I? He shattered before my very eyes.”
Danika’s eyes slid tightly shut as if the knowledge hurt like hell. Maybe it did.
Silence descended as Baski mixed a little herb inside the water. She raised Danika’s underclothes, baring her body to her. Then she began cleaning her up.
“Do you know the only thought that kept going through my head today?” Baski began as she rubbed the towel down Danika’s inner thighs.
Danika remained silent, her eyes still tightly closed together.
“That very day I asked about your pregnancy. That day you cleared my doubts about this baby-even before I could understand my daughter’s words. I remember accusing you of having another lover.”
“I remember that too.” Danika’s voice was laced with bitterness.
“You looked me in the eyes and told me how degrading it was for you to take on another lover when you belonged to the king. The insult you felt because I would ask something like that. I sawthe passion in your eyes. The intensity. I saw the royal blood in y-you.” Baski’s voice cracked in the end.
Tears slipped from behind Danika’s closed eyes down to the ground.
“What happened, Danika? What went wrong?” Baski asked, at last, her eyes filled with sadness as fresh blood dripped from Danika’s body.
“I don’t know what to say to you, Baski,” Danika whispered miserably. “The truth is so unbelievable. So far-fetched.”
“Try me. Try and talk to me, Danika. I want to understand. Ineed to understand.”
Danika’s heart was so heavy; the weight of it battled the pains from other parts of her body. She would be executed in four days. She had nothing to lose.
“I went to the backyard to take my clothes. Karandy dragged me from behind with a knife pressing at my side. He manhandled me to the storeroom and tried to r-rape me. I fought him, and he drugged me.” She sniffled jerkily. “I don’t remember anything else from there. All I know is I woke to see you and the king standing over me, with Karandy’s head separated from his body.”
Baski took a huge breath of relief. Her heart lightened at her words. “I knew it! I just knew that you could never have cheated on the king like that. You could have never treated him like that!”
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