Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
Swiveling her head slowly, Vetta glanced at her sweaty face. “Poor woman. You must be hurting like…hell. Your baby…wants out.”
“Don’t die, please. I am hurting…but it will hurt more if you die!” she cried.
Vetta was bewildered at the tears that wouldn’t stop pouring from Danika’s eyes. “You are c-crying for me. Why? Why do…you care if I live or…die?”
“I care.” Danika’s voice broke.
“I am the woman…that tried to kill you…to ruin your life. Repeatedly.”
“I forgave you a long time ago for that.” She couldn’t stop patting the dying woman’s hair. “Please, d-don’t die. You cannot die…”
Vetta winced in pain, her corset stained with her own blood. “You have…any idea…how long I have cheated…death?” A smile feathered her swollen face. “I’m an expert…in cheating that idiot. You can…ask the king. But today…” She cried out.
“No, no, no…” Danika held her closer to her heart, above her aching belly-above her child. “No, there are no buts. Please-you have…to cheat that…idiot again. You cannot die.”
“Why?”
“It will hurt Lucien so badly. It will hurt Baski. Chad. It will hurt me so much.” Her voice broke at the extent of her pain.
Frowning softly, Vetta bit her cold lips. “So many people. I did not realize that there…were so m-many people who cared.”
“Yes, so many!” Danika’s heart ached. Her body aching. “It will be too bad…for my child. He was not able…to meet the strongest woman I know.”
“I’m not strong, Danika.” Vetta let out pain-filled body-shaking coughs that made Danika cry harder, holding her closer. “He broke me. King Cone, he broke me.” Few words that hurtmore than thousands of words would have. “Pull the s-sword out,” Vetta panted, her blurry eyes began looking dull.
“No!” Danika shook her head vigorously. “No, I’ll never. If I…pull it out you will bleed to d-d-death!”
“I’m dying already,” she whispered, breathing heavily. “It hurts m-more like this. Pull it out and p-put me…out of my misery. Please.”
Sally was crying-hard, broken sobs that did nothing to alleviate the pain in her heart, that did nothing to solve the problem she was facing.
“Please stop crying, Sally. Tears are not solving our problem. We must find a way to get out of here; that’s what we must do instead of crying!” Baski repeated again, trying to reach the sobbing girl. She, herself, was close to breaking down. So close.
They were trapped there, down in the tunnels so far away from the royal quarters.
“How can I s-stop!? My p-p-princess.” Sobs racked her throat. It was so hard to talk, but she did her best to get the words out. “How can I stop when s-she is in l-labor…and in danger!? She is all alone! All alone!”
“I know, Sally. Do you think I don’t know?” Baski reached for the woman and hugged her tightly to her. The two of them were shaking. “That is why we have to keep trying to break free from these walls. We must get to her on time!”
After Queen Danika went to court that morning, Baski took the opportunity to try and gather new herbs. She’d asked Sally to help her out, which the young woman agreed on wholeheartedly. They were picking herbs when they heard stomps of horses and war cries from invaders. They’d recognized trouble. So they ran away from the field to the nearest tunnel to hide.
Then the war started, and King Lucien gave orders for all the tunnels to be sealed so that the invaders would not see anywhere to escape from and that more would not enter. They had been trying to break the tunnel for a way out but it had proved impossible. They were trapped.
“You’re right, you’re right.” Sally hiccupped, pulling away from the older woman to wipe her tears. “You’re right. We have to keep t-trying to get out.”
“Yes. The earlier we’re out, the better it will be for all of us. For the queen, for the unborn prince.” Baski framed her face, speaking passionately. “We are both born slaves! Once upon a time, we dug tunnels for a living! We can do this!”
Sally nodded vigorously, her strength renewed. “You’re right! We can do this!”
Together, they walked deeper into the tunnel in search of harder rocks they could use to break the tunnel door.
Hang in there, my princess,?Sally cried in her aching heart.
Please, hang in there!
“No!” Queen Danika replied violently. Then gently, she pulled Vetta’s body anyway from hers. “Hang in h-here. I’ll get h-herbs that can stop your bleeding.”
“You will be…wasting your t-time.”
But even as Vetta breathed those words, Danika was already going through her cabinet at the other side of the room. Sounds of items being thrown about filled the bedroom as she searched for the remains of the dry leaves Baski always gave her whenever she was bleeding or spotting.
“This will stop the bleeding, my queen. This will stop the bleeding, my queen.”
Baski’s voice rang in her ears over and over again.
A gasp of relief escaped her throat as she found the dry leaves. “Thank heavens, thank heavens!”
Vetta watched Danika through heavy-lidded eyes as she scrambled around to help her. She watched as Danika removed her footwear, held the leaves together on the table and began pounding them with her sandals.
The pregnant woman stopped in between, crying out in sheer pain. But when the pain seemed to lessen, she would continue pounding the leaves, panting in harsh breaths.
Tears wouldn’t stop falling from Vetta’s eyes. She could not believe that Danika could ever do this for her-trying to save her life in the thick of her own pain.
At that moment, whatever was left of Vetta’s hatred for the daughter of Cone died a flawless death. Also, in that moment, whatever was left of her resentment for her and the king’s union dissolved and faded away like mist. Letting go of those last pains, she felt lighter than she had ever felt in years-even lighter than she did when Declan came back.
“Aaah, this feels good,” Vetta breathed out, her voice slurred. This must be the way Lucien felt in this woman’s arms. No wonder he fell heads over heels for her. “I finally… understand,” she added in a whisper. “I can now go…peacefully.”
“You’renot going anywhere, do you hear me!?” Danika hissed, her voice a cloud of anger and pain. Stirring the liquid in the wooden cup a few more time with her forefinger, she turned and faced the dying mistress. “It’s ready.”
Even as she announced, she was already walking gingerly towards Vetta. When she got close, she lowered herself down on the floor in the slowest movement, panting out in pain, but she was able to manage it. Then she lifted Vetta’s head to her chest again and poured most of the herbal concoction on the stab wound. Danika still made sure that the sword remained intactinside the mistress, but she sighed with satisfaction when she saw the liquid making its way into her body through the wound.
“Ouch! Argh!” Vetta cried out, waves of agonizing pain slamming through her as the liquid entered her body.
“Sorry…so sorry.” Queen Danika kissed her forehead affectionately, rubbing her arm in a soothing manner. Vetta clung to her like a lifeline as she whimpered repeatedly.
Another violent contraction overwhelmed the queen then-so excruciating-she screamed out loud, her fingers clutching Vetta’s shoulder.
“S-sorry…” Her pain distracted Vetta. “Your child w-wants out…badly.”
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