Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
A knock came at the door. “My king.”
Hearing Dargak’s voice, he paused in the middle of scribbling. “What is it, Dargak?”
“There’s another matter that requires your attention at the court—“
“Dismiss it. I do not want to be disturbed.”
“But my king, they said it’s very urgent, or they wouldn’t have come to seek an audience at such a late hour,” Dargak rushed out, really hating being at the end of this situation.
Silence.
King Lucien sighed and withdrew his inked feather. They have been calling him all day. He has never been a king to ignore duty, talk more of an urgent one. What if a family’s life depended on it? On that thought, he rolled the scroll close and set it aside gently. His eyes found the figure lying on the bed across the room. Danika had been sleeping all day.
“It better be urgent enough, Dargak,” he grumbled at last.
The guard let out a deep sigh of relief. “Of course, Your Majesty.” He waited patiently at the door for the king.
Several minutes later, fully and formally dressed, the king strode towards Danika’s bed. He watched the gentle rise and fall of her chest. Even in that vulnerable and unfortunate state, she still managed to be so beautiful, it was blinding. He lost himself in watching her until the loud clang of the alarm clock dragged him back to awareness. It was late at night already.
He bent and kissed her forehead lingeringly. Then he turned and walked out of the door.
Vetta sat in her bedroom feeling like the whole world was suddenly closing in on her.
After the king sent them all out when he got Danika to his chambers, she’d followed Baski to her bedroom, and in hurried words, the older woman had told her what happened quite happily.
Seers. How was this possible? How could they have possibly vindicated Danika with the case against her so strong!?
And not only did Danika escape execution, but the king also knew that the bitch was carrying his child!
“Danika, that bitch!” She reached for the flower vase that decorated her table and lifted it high above her head before she threw it across the bedroom. It shattered everywhere. Vetta stood breathing fast in rage. Angry tears filled her eyes. The king has accepted Danika. Everything has turned worse for her and much better for Danika.
The door opened and Talia entered with a tray of food. “I brought food for you, Mist–“
“Get away from me, you fool! I don’t want to see your face or any other person’s! Get out! Get out!” she screamed, hot tears running down her eyes.
Talia’s eyes widened, and she quickly dropped the food on the table before she turned and disappeared from the room.
The way the king held Danika in his arm from the dungeon filled her head. She screamed out her frustration, feeling so out of her mind.
“How can something like this happen!? Remeta, that fool! That small crazy rat!” she screamed as she began destroying her bedroom in an effort to let out her anger. She was in the middle of a tirade when the familiar sharp pain pinched her belly, followed by excruciating pain.
“Ouch!!” she cried as she fell to the ground, clutching her stomach as wave after wave of pain seized her body.
With Danika momentarily forgotten, Vetta cried out in pain repeatedly, feeling the telltale wetness that indicated bleeding between her thighs.
It hurt! It hurt badly!
No, this was getting out of hand. Early tomorrow, she was going to see the healer.
Danika’s eyes opened, and her environment blurred and became unrecognizable. Weak, she closed her eyes for a few seconds before they slipped open again.
She was still alive? Wasn’t she supposed to be dead?
Danika didn’t know if she should be happy about being alive or if she should be very sad about it. She had the most pleasant dream.
The king acknowledged their child. Sitting beside her and crying in worry for her and their child. It was indeed a pleasant dream.
And where was she?
She slipped her eyes closed and opened them again. Her eyes cleared, and she took in her environment. A gasp left her lips when it dawned on her that she was in the king’s chambers. She was lying down on the king’s bed! How did she get there?
Her eyes searched the bedroom, and she felt relieved when it came out empty. The king was not around. Thank heavens.
Someone must be setting her up again by keeping her here so that the king would kill her even before the morrow when she’s supposed to be executed. No, she has to run away!
With a grunt, she forced herself to a sitting position, her eyes taking in the bandages on her body. And she felt better than she has in a long time.
A frown knitted her brows as she got up. Automatically, Danika’s eyes went to the old mirror on the opposite wall encased in a hanging wooden vase. She looked so different…so dirty.
Bath. She wanted nothing more than a nice hot bath now.
Her head still foggy from all the drugs, and barely thinking right, she took off her clothes, and wrapped herself in a silk wrapper the king ordered the maids to bring to his bedroom several months ago for her.
Memories made her sad and hurt, so she shut her mind to it. She walked unsteadily to the door that led to the bathroom.
In the shower, she found out that she was no longer bleeding. The small stain and the dry stickiness of her thigh told her that it’d been hours since she bled. That brought tears to her eyes because she didn’t know if her child had said goodbye already. Her execution flashed in her mind.
“It’s okay, baby. You and I will reunite again tomorrow. I’m so sorry that this world was uncomfortable for you,” she whispered so sadly it dripped from her words.
Several minutes later, Danika came out feeling a little better. Her wet hair was plastered on her forehead, neck and back. She walked towards the bed to her clothes that lay there. She’d get her clothes and disappear from this place. But her eyes found the food on the dining table. Her belly growled loudly at the same time her throat went dry, reminding her how hungry she was.
She swallowed tightly, torn between running away and eating. The latter won.
Clothes forgotten, Danika walked to the dining room, settled down on the chair, opened the covered food, and her mouth watered at the deliciousness. Everything else forgotten, she dug in, eating everything simultaneously. She ate ravenously.
“Easy. You’re going to get indigestion,” came the deep voice of the king.
Danika froze. Then she turned towards him, her mouth filled with spaghetti, its tomato sauce dripping from her mouth, and saw him standing at the door.
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