Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
Danika was torn about what to do. She couldn’t blatantly disobey the king’s mistress. Even if the king favored her, this kind of disobedience would not be overlooked by him. Because, even after everything, she was still a slave, and the woman was the king’s mistress.
So she began moving forward, Danika’s steps matching the mistress’s own.
They walked well away from the vicinity of the palace. Danika had no intention of going into the woods with the woman, so she watched her carefully even as she followed her.
When they got very far from people but still within sight, Vetta suddenly whirled around and faced her…
In the kingdom of Navia, Manata bowed to her princess. She listened attentively to all Kamara’s instructions. Kamara told her that whenever the mistress Donna comes to her, that she should tell the mistress that she’s the one that had been cooking all the bushmeats she brought back from her hunts.
Manata nodded. “I will make sure to tell her that, my princess.”
Kamara had no doubt that she would. Manata hated Donna just like she did-just like every worker in the kingdom did. She smiled gratefully at the girl and dismissed her. That side done, she took off her clothes and walked into the bathroom. She wasn’t surprised that Henna already run her a bath.
In her tub, she reminisced on the memories she made with Callan in the past few months. The smile was back on her face by the time she was done taking her bath.
Henna was waiting for her in her bedroom to help her into her clothes and do all her ropes and buttons. She just finished putting on her clothes when a knock came to her door.
“Come in,” she answered reluctantly, staring at herself in the mirror.
The door opened and Sarga, her father’s personal bodyguard, entered. “My princess.” He bowed in greeting.
“What is it, Sarga?”
“The king summons you, my princess.”
Kamara’s heart skipped several beats. “Where is he?”
“In his study, princess. He requests for you immediately.”
“Alright, I’m coming,” she responded. The guard bowed his head again and left.
“That bitch!” Kamara hissed angrily.
“Oh, my princess! mistress Donna must have told the king!” Henna’s eyes were wide with panic.
Fear and dread filled Kamara’s body-especially for Callan. If her father was going to punish her, she wouldn’t feel a thing. As long as it was not Callan he planned to punish.
She squared her shoulders. Since Donna didn’t catch her, she’s only making accusations. She would be damned before she admits anything.
“I’m coming, Henna.” Nose in the air, her hands holding her clothes up a bit to allow her to walk a bit hastily without stumbling on the long garment, she walked out of her bedroom.
Several minutes later, she knocked on her father’s study.
“Come in,” came the deep voice of her father.
Kamara opened the door and entered inside. The first person her eyes saw was the mistress Donna who was hovering over her father while he was writing. The sight of the woman annoys her greatly.
“I’m here, Father.”
King Valendy dropped his inked feather on the desk and looked up at his daughter completely. “Where have you been for the past few days, Kamara?”
“I’ve been out hunting,” she responded with conviction.
Donna snorted. The king arched his brows. “Are you sure you want to go down the route of lying to me?”
“It is not a lie, Father. I don’t know what the mistress told you, but I was the one out, and I was the one hunting. So yes, Father, I have been out…hunting,” she stated firmly.
Silence.
“Mm.” Her father nodded then. “I will believe you, Kamara.”
She hid her relief. “Thank you, Father.”
“Can you reduce the way you…hunt in the future, so that you can be able to perform other duties of yours?”
“Of course, Father.”
“Good. See you on the morrow,” he said dismissively.
Kamara bowed her head to leave, but Donna’s angry voice came through. “Are you just going to let her leave, Your Highness!? She is lying to you. I am sure she is seeing that peasant of hers.”
“Kamara knows better than to lie to me, Donna. If she says she’s hunting, then, she’s hunting.” He picked up his inked feather again and unrolled a new scroll.
Donna opened her mouth again. Just then, the door opened and the queen entered. Donna snapped her mouth shut.
“Good evening, Mother.” Kamara bowed her head in greeting.
“And you too, my daughter,” she replied noncommittally, her eyes searching out Donna and finding her instantly. She said nothing, waiting the mistress out.
Donna did the needful so begrudgingly. “My queen,” she greeted, bowing her head.
“What is the princess doing here?” the queen asked, looking at Donna and the king’s general direction.
“Father summoned me, Mother.” Kamara was the one that answered.
“You, Donna, better not be making one of your plots and unnecessary innuendos about my daughter,” the queen stated, glaring at the mistress.
“I have done no such thi-“
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