Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
His big cousin glanced at the door he came out from, then he pinned him with a stare with his eyebrow raised.
Knowing why he was getting that look, Declan lowered his eyes, almost turning red at the hairlines.
“Sleeping with my intended, huh?” King Lucien said without heat. “I wonder what her father will think about that.”
Declan snorted, glancing back into the bedroom to make sure his princess is sleeping well before he closed the door shut. “Her father can kiss my behind. I intend to marry her.”
“You’d better. You have compromised her already as I can see, and half the kingdom has heard.” The king wasn’t smiling, but the glint in his eyes shows that he was amused.
Declan did turn ruby then. He cleared his throat, changing the subject. “You are all dressed up.”
The king tensed as if he just remembered something. “Yes. I need to be in Mombana.”
In the next few minutes that followed, he stayed discussing his journey with his younger cousin, who listened attentively. The king made life-changing decisions.
In the end, Declan didn’t only listen-he supported the king wholeheartedly.
“Instead of the third night, I was saying, we should do hold the Fire Festival on the very first night of the Paleozoic moonlight, Your Majesty. That will work really well in our favours,” the minister of taxation stated.
“No. The third night will always be better,” the minister for public works countered.
It was early in the morning, and the queen wasn’t really up to this at the moment, but she had no choice but to sit down and listen to her ministers. Queen Danika was in pains. Every single part of her. Was this another false labor? Her water hadn’t broken yet.
The world went on without her. The ministers kept arguing as usual. Her court is always an argue-to-agree royal court. Argument first before they reach an agreement.
When she couldn’t sit still any longer, she rose from her throne and began pacing. The court went silent. They all glanced at their queen in concern.
“No, go on, go on,” she urged them. “Do not worry about me.”
They nodded and continued their argument.
Heavens, she needed to use the bathroom. So as they went about their business, she made her way to the nearest toilet and made use of it.
It was harder this time, the pain in her pelvis worse, causing her to cry out and breath through her nose as she eased some of the pressure in her bladder. Heavens, it felt as if her son was pressing down on her there.
But after using the bathroom, she felt a little better. When she got back to court, they seemed to be waiting for her to come and make a contribution. Either that or they had a new topic to discuss.
“Right on time, Your Majesty. So we were talking about the next royal banquet for your marital procedures, and we agreed that it will done on the next four nights to come,” the minister for defense informed her.
“Are we back to my marital procedures?” she said tiredly.
Gods, these old men are persistent.
“Unfortunately, yes, our dearest queen. I’m afraid that we cannot put it off anymore.” The minister for military affairs stood in emphasis. “We are happy to let you know that we have the most perfect candidate in mind already.”
“We do?” Queen Danika arched her brow.
“Yes, Your Highness. Unfortunately, Lord Riverdale seems to have taken to his hills. He is out of the kingdom and he did not tell anybody why. He was our best choice.”
Queen Danika was doing everything within her power to hold her amused smile. Oh, she knew the reason why the Lord ran.
The minister for taxation continued. “Anyway, we have Lord Korningham. He is the next most eligible noblemen who will lead this kingdom to the next level. He will-“
“No way Lord Cunninghen is going to go anywhere near my woman and my child, Taxation,” came the deep voice of authority.
All heads turned towards the entrance of the official entrance of the court. Gasps of surprise filled the court.
The king of Salem stood there in his elegant ceremonial attire and a sword in its patch behind his back..
“So let me get something very straight. You, my king, almost executed the long lost brother of the king of Salem?” Queen Izia, Princess Kamara’s mother, arched her brows at her king.
They were in his chambers. King Valendy behind his desk while the queen sat on the bed giving him a look that managed to be both smug and elegant at the same time.
King Valendy cleared his throat sheepishly. “Well, how was I supposed to know that the peasant is no peasant after all but a prince?”
“Maybe if you had let your daughter follow her heart, we might at least notice some little, little details that hint that the man didnot behave like a peasant at all.” She paused, letting that one sink in. Flapping her folding feather fan open she began fanning herself. “Maybe if you had stopped listening to your mistress for a second and disregarding your daughter’s feelings, you would have noticed a few things too.”
“So now I take all the blame?” King Valendy arched his brow at his queen.
“Not at all, my king. You can share some with your mistress. There is enough blame to reach you both in massive quantity,” she provided in the most respectable tone ever.
The king paused in his writing and glanced at his wife. He noticed the lines on her very beautiful face that indicated that she was trying to hold back her laughter.
“You are enjoying this too much, Izia.” He crossed his arms, his gaze boring down at her.
The queen did smile then. A beautiful smile that he hadn’t seen on her face for a very long time. “I’m sure the princess will enjoy it more than I do, my king.”
He missed that smile, King Valendy admitted to himself. “You are a very beautiful woman, Izia.” The words left his mouth before he even gave it a thought.
The queen flushed like a young school girl. She could not remember the last time her husband complimented her in all her twenty-five years of marriage to him.
“You f-flatter me.” She was flustered. That compliment had thrown her off-balance-made feelings long buried start waking from the dead.
“You know me well enough to know I do not flatter, my queen. You are an exquisite woman.” And she was. His body reacted to her. King Valendy tried to remember the last time he had taken his wife to bed. Was it five years ago? Six?
She smiled at him again. “Thank you, my king.” Butterflies spread inside her lower belly. Time to go. She rose to her feet. “I’m afraid that I have to get back to-“
“No, don’t leave.” He was quick to interrupt. “Please,” he added at her bewildered look.
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