Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
King Lucien was marrying Princess Kamara. Lucien was marrying Kamara?
“Wh-what?” Her heart was hurting, the physical pains in her body momentarily forgotten.
The guard nodded his head. “That is the words going around, Your Majesty. I thought you might want to know, which is why I came to you with the news.”
“Thank you. You can go now,” she managed. Her mind was whirling around. He was marrying Kamara. He asked for her hand.
It was painful-so painful she grabbed her chest tightly to try and relief the pain there, but her attempt was futile.
When Baski entered the queen’s bedroom, she took one look at Danika and her heart sank. She had heard the news already.
Queen Danika stood in front of the mirror in her nightdress, her face wet with tears. She whirled around when Baski entered, shaking her head miserably. “It’s true, isn’t it?”
Baski walked towards her and nodded sadly.
More tears left the queen’s eyes, and she lowered her head. “It must be the news about my marital invitation being out. He gave up on us, Baski.”
“No.” The older woman shook her head repeatedly, taking Danika’s small hands into hers. She squeezed reassuringly. “You shouldn’t think like this, my queen.”
“But it’s the truth. He’s g-getting married…married, Baski.” Shaking her head, she added, “Kamara will be his queen. She will be beside him…be in his arms. It hurts badly.”
“Oh, queen, you must get hold of yourself. Don’t forget your condition. Here, come and sit down. I’ll get you water to drink.” Baski took hold of her arm and led her to the bed, urging her to sit.
Danika sat gently, looking up at Baski with sad eyes. “So much for hoping a miracle would happen and he’d come for me, right?”
“You have always been a woman of faith. You told Sally to have faith, didn’t you? You don’t have enough of that, Queen Danika. The king is an unpredictable man-no one knows whatis going through in that head of his-but you have to have faith. Do you hear me?” Baski chided softly.
Just then, the door opened and Sally entered. She wasn’t looking happy either. “The ministers have assembled to make preparations for the royal banquet, my queen. They are requesting your presence.”
Baski hated any news about that godforsaken banquet. “Tell them that she is not feeling well. They can go ahead and make their prepara-“
“It is okay. I’ll be there,” Danika whispered, cutting Baski off.
Sally and Baski looked at her with surprise and sadness.
One shoulder lifted and fell in defeat, and she smiled through her tears. “If I’m going to get married, I might as well be there for the preparations and make some decisions myself. I don’t want to be saddled with a wild forest cat if I can help it.”
The words were the most miserably painful words Baski and Sally had ever heard.
Two days later, Sonma was in his late seventies, his gray hair held in a small bond behind his head. But unlike his agemates, he was strong and capable for his age.
While concentrating on the spells he’s trying to weave together, he does his best to ignore his visitor, but it is proving impossible. Who could ignore a man like this one?
His visitor dominated his sitting room. Dressed in the most expensive leather he had ever seen in a long time, everything about him screamed ‘power’ even without a crown on his head. A long scar slashed his left cheek, giving him a savage look he would have done without-the man would look scary either way.
Leaning back against the wall behind him, his visitor had his arms crossed together, looking relaxed and tensed at the same time. Has he mentioned that his visitor was not smiling?
In fact, there were almost visible frown lines on his chiseled face which told Sonma that his visitor frowns more than most. A very serious, scary king, this one.
“Are you done?” The king asked after an infinite time of silence.
“No, Your Majesty. I’ve cooked up the last spell. It will boil well in a little while,” he explained.
The king nodded curtly in a way that loudly said, ‘I do not like to be kept waiting.’
Sonma cleared his throat and faced his spells. How did their queen manage to serve this man for fourteen months? Their queen was indeed a strong woman.
Time passed.
Then the king finally took the nearest chair “So I heard that there’s an important occasion going on tonight in Mombana’s court.”
“Oh, it is late evening now, Your Highness. It goes without saying that the royal banquet already started. Our queen will be choosing a deserving man who will rule our kingdom with her.” The old man allowed his excitement to show through his smile. “We can hardly wait.”
“Mm.” King Lucien gritted his teeth. “I heard there are some…special rules to this banquet?”
Sonma thought about it as he doused the fire and opened his pot of spells. “Oh? I don’t really know much, Your Highness, but a visitor I had yesterday who is a nobleman said a few things.”
“A few things?” the king inquired with a calmness that belied his curiosity.
The poor man pondered on how much to say and not to say, even as he wondered on the king’s curiosity. It was not a secret how much this king hated their queen-and with good reasons too.
They also know that their queen’s child belongs to this king, but the cub was not one made out of love or any good feeling at all, as there was none between the two people involved. It was only a given that a child be made from their time together because their queen was his slave for more than a year.
So Sonma cleared his throat. “Well, according to my visitor, there are some procedures they must go through to pick out the most deserving. There are also some questions to be asked. The queen will dance with some of the noblemen, and if she chooses anyone, she is allowed to go to bed with him tonight if she chooses.”
Silence. “What!?” One word so calmly spoken still sounded like a bomb in the small house.
Sonma missed his reaction. The old man was mixing his hot liquid together in all concentration or he would have seen the way his visitor’s fingers balled into tight fists-and the fact that he sat up in the squeaky old chair.
The older man continued his tale cluelessly. “Well, personally, I do not think it should be done because the lass is heavy with a young cub, and it’ll be too much of a job, ye’ see. But them ministers made it a possibility ’cause our queen has been in a collar for ages. Ain’t easy to be there, ye’ see.” He picked up his pot and began stirring the hot liquid. “So if our queen has developed some unusual…urges, she needs to know her new king can…um…satisfy her that way, ye’ know.”
“I see.”
Sonma nodded as he stirred his hot liquid. “Yeah, yeah. Them noblemen don’t mind her heavy state, ye’ see. In fact, my visitor looked as eager as a night guard dog for meat. Said he’d just pretend the belly ain’t there ’cause the queen is very attractive.” He reached for a new bottle. “Them lads are in fact lookin’ forward to getting’ under the queen’s petticoat, ye’ see. Our queen is beautiful. Aye, good reason too-“
Claaaaaang!
The old man jerked at the unexpected sound, and his head whipped towards his visitor. King Lucien had banged his hand loudly on the table, his eyes glaring daggers at the old man.
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