Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
As the journey progressed-more smoothly this time-Callan wondered if a time would come when he would be able to see his brother again.
After all the postponing and planning and researching and chickening out, Talia finally decided that she would poison the king and Zariel today.
Coza had been very angry the night before when he didn’t hear any chaos and upheaval from the people. It only meant that the queen of Mombana did not die. His anger only escalated when all his messages to the mistress went unanswered. He’dsent more than five messages through messenger birds, but they’d all flown back empty. No reply at all.
He’d taken his anger out on Talia, taking sexual pleasures from her body in the most brutal way.
“Kaya!” came the loud voice behind her.
She turned and stared at the cook wide-eyed. “Um?”
“Where’s your mind!? That tea!”
She turned and glanced at the tea she was pouring into a cup. “Ooooh!!” That was when she realized that the cup had filled up and overflowed. Dropping the old kettle down, she glanced sheepishly at Maima. “Sorry.”
The cook’s lips turned down in disapproval. “Keep your head around you next time, will you?”
“Yes, Maima,” she replied obediently before she faced her task again.
Outside, Talia looked cool and reserved as she added honey and stirred the king’s tea, but on the inside, she was a mess.
“The king asked you to get his tea for him?” Maima, one of the royal cooks, asked conversely as she chopped the vegetables on the other side of the kitchen.
“Yes. After his training with the guards, he ordered me to get him tea,” she replied.
“Just make sure you don’t put lots of honey on it. The king absolutely hates a lot of it.”
“Of course.” She’d done her research very well before she finally gathered up the guts to execute this plan after two months.
Lifting up the two wooden cups, she made her way out of the royal Kitchen to her bedroom to add the poisonous concoction.
As she walked, her legs shook. By the gods, this was more of a suicide mission than any conspiracy she had been involved in all her life.
Thank God nobody knew her identity in the palace.
No one knows she would be killing the king and one of his strongest guards on this day.
Long after sunrise, Vetta laid on her bed staring out of her window. Her eyes were swollen and there was no strength left in her body.
She’d been crying all the way from Mombana back to Salem, all through the night. Danika’s apologies had thrown her off guard. It was so unexpected-as unexpected as hearing her name from her lips.
She’d freaked out. Till now, there was no way to explain the way she felt in those moments, and she’d done something that she’d never expected she’d do. Run away.
That unplanned, uncalculated, escape caused her to bruise her arm in the unceremonious fall she’d landed on. But the pain was hardly felt.
With a soft sigh, Vetta got up from the bed and walked towards the window. As she watched market men and woman go about their daily activities and children playing around, Danika’s words filled her ears over and over again.
But that is why it hurts so much, isn’t it? Because you are starting to forget?
You hate that hating me did 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.
Tears threatened. She blinked them hard away. She’d told Danika everything she did to her in the past. Not only that, but she also knew that she’d come to kill her.
Would Danika tell King Lucien about it? It was the perfect weapon against her. Would Danika use it to ruin her? To make the king hate her so much and even execute her?
Did she even need to wonder about it? Anybody would report something like that.
Taking a deep breath, Vetta wiped the tears from her eyes. Well, she wasn’t going to sit around waiting for her doom to come.
She’d go to the palace today to see King Lucien. It’s been so long since she saw his face, and she missed him badly.
Baski and Sally were helping Queen Danika get ready for court.
The queen seated in front of the mirror with pale tired eyes that looked like they hadn’t seen any sleep last night. Sally stood behind her, combing her hair and rolling it at the top of her head while glancing worriedly at her occasionally.
“What happened in your bedroom, yesterday, my queen?” Baski asked for the countless time as she cleaned the queen’s shoes.
I almost died yesterday, that’s what happened. Queen Danika swallowed the words. “Nothing, Baski,” she replied as usual.
“Yet you tightened the security of the royal quarters and transferred all the guards that were on duty yesterday. There’s a strange knife I haven’t seen before in your dresser,” Baski said.
“You didn’t add that she cried all evening long, “Sally added softly. “I was so scared.”
Queen Danika raised her hand and touched Sally’s soothingly. “I am sorry for scaring you. You too, Baski. But I am fine.”
Sally’s expressive eyes obviously said that she didn’t believe her, but she nodded her head anyway. “If you say so, my queen.”
They settled into silence afterwards.
“D-do you have any i-idea w-what it feels like to protect someone you love with everything in you only for someone else to come out of nowhere and take him from you!?
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