Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
“Shut your mouth!” Vetta hissed.
“You hate that you know deep within yourself that killing me will not make you feel better. You hate that you know killing me will not reverse those years of pain. You know that killing me will not heal your pain. You know that killing me will not make the king love you.”
Angrily, Vetta raised the knife to Danika’s heart. “I swear to the heavens that I will bury this to your chest if youdon’t stop talking!”
But Danika’s mouth could not stop. “You hate that hating me does not come so naturally anymore like it did before. You hate that deep within yourself, you know that I am not pretending to be who I am. You hate that these days you have to look at me and try so hard before you can call up that hate. You are healing, and you hate that too. You developed a conscience and you hate that too.”
Vetta gripped the knife so tight that her muscles hurt. Her teary eyes were glaring daggers at Danika.
Then Queen Danika took a step back from her. She lowered herself to her knees before Vetta, ignoring the shards of pain that shot to her hips at the position.
“What the hell do you think you are doing?” Vetta snapped, still poised over her with the knife hanging in the air.
“What I should have done a long time ago.” She sniffled, looking Vetta straight in the eyes. “I am so s-sorry for everything. I am sorry for what you went through in my father’shands. I am sorry that you had to live in hell for ten good years waiting for your own day to die. I am sorry that you were raped and whipped until your back was shredded and torn, filled with blood and bruises.
“I am s-sorry that the king fell in love with m-me when it should have been you. I am s-sorry that I am c-carrying his child inside me. I am so sorry that you feel so forsaken and thrown away because of his love for me. I am sorry that we c-cannot tell ourselves who to love. I am sorry for loving him with everything inside me. I am sorry that even if y-you kill me today I w-will still keep loving him.” She blinked. Tears rained down her eyes. “I am s-sorry that my father turned you into this w-woman. I am s-sorry that you had to live with hating me for so long. I am sorry for everything, Anarieveta…”
Vetta trembled from head to toe.
The hand that held the knife shook so badly like it was attached to a vibrating ring. Tears rained down Vetta’s eyes in massive waves. Then the knife dropped from her hand. She fell to the ground before Danika and began sobbing her eyes out. Huge pain-filled sounds tore from the very heart of her. She cried and cried and cried so badly, she shook.
Danika crawled towards her and wrapped her arms around her neck. She was crying too. “I am so sorry. So, so sorry.”
For a moment, Vetta leaned into her and wrapped her arms tightly around Danika’s shoulders. She cried on her shoulders, bawling like a child whose pains could never be describable. For a moment.
Then she sprang away from Danika’s arms and got to her feet. Vetta walked to the bed, took out the cloak she used to disguise herself while sneaking in, and pulled the black cloak to cover herself. She came back and glared at Danika with red teary eyes. “Don’t think I let you go. And don’t think I will not be back. I will be back, and I will kill you! I just need…” She did not finish,clamping her mouth shut. Then she turned towards the very high window and dove out of it.
Queen Danika was alone again. With the knife lying in front of her….
That night, King Lucien’s sleep was disturbed much more than it had always been. For some painful, incomprehensible reasons, nightmares about what happened to Declan plagued his unconsciousness. His waking moments were no better.
An hour after midnight, the king was wide awake with a hurting heart and a head filled with painful memories of his cousin, who died in the most horrible way right in front of him.
In the dark of the night, he clenched his hands into fists, wishing the pain would stop. If only Danika were here.
Danika. His heart unclenched a bit at the thought of her.
How is she? How is his child?
Getting up from the bed, the king entered the bathroom, turned on the cold water overhead, and let it wash over him. Not for the first time, he regretted giving his word to help the princess and her lover. If not that he was a man of his word, he would already be in Mombana to await the birth of his child.
On the morrow. No, it is the early hours of the morning already.
After today, he will make hasty plans to be in Mombana as fast as he can.
But first, the pain from the memories of his dead brother will have to leave him.
After all these years, it did not hurt less.
It was a rocky ride. The carriage kept bumping into road obstacles, shaking the prisoner in all directions at the same time.
“Sorry, bud,” the prison guard drawled mockingly. The others laughed.
They weren’t sorry at all. In fact, they enjoyed rocking him around. It was their own way of playing jokes on him, Navia’s prisoner.
Callan pressed his lips together, folding his tied hands in front of him and squeezing nervously. When he found out that he would be moved from Navia to Salem, he did not know if he should be happy or filled with dread.
He was both. The princess might actually trust this king so well that she was so happy when she told him that his judge and jury were no longer in her father’s hands, but he wasn’t. Callan knew he would get killed with her father, but with this new king, he had no idea if he’d be freed or tortured, humiliated and then killed.
But his princess was happy, so he had to go with it.
Being in that godforsaken cold cell for more than four months was almost driving him to insanity. That place is a living nightmare for him-literally. There hadn’t been a single night he had a good sleep in that cold, barren place. Every night was a reoccurrence of a part of his past that must have been so traumatizing that his place had to block it out. Hard.
His flashes got so worse in that dungeon that he was able to figure out a few things in these past few months.
He’d been in a dungeon like that before in his life, and many of his bad memories happened there.
He’d been raped before-the day he was killed. It was so horrible, it made his strong brother bawl and shout like a baby while he begged his abusers to stop and kill him instead.
He was able to remember his brother’s name. Lucien.
He was able to remember his brother’s face.
He’s not a peasant. He had no idea of their status in society, but they were not peasants.
His brother loved him so much. Had fought for him so much. Had protected him so much. His brother loved him. There was nothing much he remembered, but Callan always had the urge to cry whenever he remembered his brother.
Another bumping of the carriage on something jolted him out of his thoughts.
“Oops. Sorry,” another guard said amusingly.
He’d had enough. “I’ll make sure the princess hears about this joyful ride, I assure you all.”
The smile disappeared from their faces. They looked at each other nervously and back at him. “Um, it was c-completely unintentional.”
“Of course, it was. That must be why we are riding the bumpy sides instead of the clear road.”
They cleared their throats self-consciously. The carriage rider changed routes instantly and turned the horses towards the smooth route.
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
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