Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
Long minutes passed, and he forgot about the knock, reading more pages from the storybook.
The knock came again, the same as the first one.
“Go away. I will not say it again,” he growled, flipping to a new page.
The sound of the door opening forced the king’s head up. He closed the book and rose from his chair. With steady steps, he walked out of the inner bedroom just in time to see the wild auburn hair of Remeta as she peeped into the bedroom. Wide eyes met his and held.
Seeing who it was, he didn’t say a word again. He wanted nothing more than to command her away; he wanted no one near him, but Remeta had always been steps away from him. The girl feared men so much because of what Cone did to her, and she’d kept herself at arm’s length from the male gender.
“You shouldn’t be here, Remeta.” He turned and walked back to the library.
She followed him, and that was when he saw a much smaller boy who came with her. The boy couldn’t be older than six years old, and his clothes showed that he was a lowborn. He clung beside Remeta.
“What are you both doing here?” he asked again.
They looked at each other, back at him, and then Remeta walked forward. “Remeta wanted to see the k-king,” came the mumbled reply. When the king didn’t reply, Remeta took it as progress. At least he wasn’t ordering them away again. She let go of Corna and walked closer to him, then sat on the chair beside him.
The king stiffened, but his eyes didn’t stray from the book he had in his hands. Corna walked out of the inner bedroom and sat in the chair in his chambers, leaving Remeta alone with the king.
“Remeta wants to sit by the king. I hope the king will not s-scold her,” she mumbled.
King Lucien glanced at the girl beside him. “I will not. But you shouldn’t be here, Remeta,” he repeated.
“But it is where I want to be,” she responded truthfully.
Silence. Then he fixed her with unreadable eyes. “Will you speak about Danika?”
Remeta shook her head. “Not if the king does not want me to.”
His tense shoulders relaxed, and his eyes were back on his book. “I do not want you to.”
“Okay, my king.”
Another silence settled, this time longer. The king read his book while Remeta picked up another book from the shelf and read beside him. Just staying beside him hurt. The pain that radiated from him was too much for her small body; it threatened to overwhelm her. But she held still. Time passed.
An hour later, Remeta was unable to bear it anymore. She leaned towards the king and grabbed hold of his large hand. It had not surprised the king that her touch did not repulse him. Since she had been a baby, he’d always held her in his arms. That girl had always been close to his heart. Even in slavery, he’d held her and Declan after difficult times, consoling them that everything would be alright.
“You are hurting, and Remeta does not know how to help you,” she whispered at last, tears filling her eyes.
“I am fine,” he stated, dropping the book back on the shelf with his free hand.
“Your pain is overwhelming Remeta. She can practically feel it, sitting so close to you. Please, give my queen a chance. She will explain everything to you.”
His eyes frosted over immediately. “She will explain how she laid with another man, you mean. There is nothing to explain, Remeta.”
“Everything is not as it seems, my king.”
“She is pregnant.” Those three words held a great amount of pain.
“The child is yours. The prince is yours,” Remeta whispered ever so gently.
The king lowered his head and closed his eyes. A long silence descended. And then, “It is cruel of Baski to put you up to this.”
“Mother did not—-“
“Go, Remeta. I want to be alone.”
Just then, the sound of a door opening interrupted Remeta. The king rose and walked out to his bedroom. Remeta followed him stealthily.
Baski stood at the door looking uncertain, and she held a small bottle in one hand. It had not escaped the king that the small boy was still sitting in one corner of the bedroom.
“Go away, Baski. I do not want you here,” he stated, crossing his arms.
“I came for Remeta,” she rushed out.
He turned back to his library. “Then take her and go. Take him too. I want to be alone.”
“You have to give her a chance, my king. Give my queen a chance, so you will stop hurting! You cannot let her be executed tomorrow!” Remeta cried miserably.
Baski stepped forward. “I-I also wanted to show you this bottle. It contains the pills—“
“Leave me alone! All of you, GET OUT!” he roared.
The three of them jumped at the loud shout. Baski’s eyes widened. It had been the first time he had ever raised his voice. He never did. And he looked enraged.
Baski shook her head in defeat and grabbed hold of Remeta, who reached out almost immediately took hold a terrified Corna’s hand. Six wide eyes stared at him, sad and terrified.
Then the king’s eyes watered. Baski stood rooted in shock, watching him. He blinked hard and it was gone. Baski wouldn’t have caught it if she hadn’t been looking. Her heart broke for him all over again.
“Get out,” he repeated hoarsely this time around before he turned again towards the library.
In defeat, Baski took the two children and they headed for the door. They were at the door when Remeta and Corna stopped walking at the same time.
Why had they stopped walking?
“Let’s go,” she urged them. She would find a way to come back again. She would not give up!
They didn’t move.
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