Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
Oh, heavens. Fear and mortification had her hand trembling, and her eyes widened.
Oh, Danika! What did you get yourself into now?…
“Easy. You will get indigestion,” came the deep voice of the king.
Danika turned with her mouth full of spaghetti, its tomato sauce dripping from her mouth, and stared at the king in fear and mortification. She looked like a cat caught in a trap.
She let go of the plate of food like it burned her and sprang up from the chair. The quick movement blurred her eyes, and a wave of dizziness slammed her. She lost balance. Strong hands held her immediately, steadying her.
“You are not fully recovered, Danika. Carefully,” he coaxed, holding her upright.
His hands on her reminded her of her glaring state of undress. She only had a silk wrapped loosely around herself. But that was not the main thing that had her shocked as she stared up at him. Why was he being this way with her? Was this mercy before death?
He sat her down again in the chair and brought the food closer to her. “Here, eat.”
She stared up at him again with that dull sick eyes, clearly in indecision and helplessness. “I-I’m okay.”
“No, you are not.” He leaned closer and his hand caressed her cheek. She flinched at the unexpected touch. He took his hand back and rose to his full height. “You need to eat more, Danika.”
“I didn’t walk here on my own, I swear it! I woke up and saw myself here!” she burst out desperately.
“I know. I brought you here. You need to eat; you are hungry and dehydrated, and you need enough food and water.” He quoted Angie’s words.
“But—“
“Eat. Then we talk. No one needs to be more healthy than you in this kingdom now. Not even me,” he stated matter-of-factly.
“Huh?” Danika became more confused and scared.
The look in her eyes told him not to say more. She looked like a mouse caught in a trap, seeking a small chance to run as fast as it could for its life.
He sighed, not knowing where to start. He was not used to this. “Please, eat, Danika. Do what I say; do not ask questions. Not for now. Just eat,” he said.
The soft but firm command snapped her out of her shocked daze and she nodded. With a hand, she pushed the food closer and began ravishing it as ravenously as she had before.
“Easy,” his deep voice followed. She nodded again and slowed down-a bit.
He stood beside her, just watching her eat. Guilt weighed heavily on his heart. His Danika has never eaten less than a cultured, sophisticated princess will eat. But here she is now, practically attacking food. All because he made a rash decision that subjected her to no food and water for three days.
Out of the corner of her eyes, Danika noticed the new look in the king’s eyes. She had no idea what that look was, but it was not violence. No-it was not a bad look at all.
Her skin tingled, reminding her of her state of undress.
Occasionally, King Lucien’s eyes would go to the wrapped silk that covered her body from his view. He has missed seeing that body- touching that body. He has missed her terribly, the king admitted at the deepest part of his beating heart.
Most especially, he wanted nothing more than to pull the silk away and glance at his child for the first time, growing inside her.
Later. Much later, when she was done eating.
Several minutes later, with all the six-course foods on the table demolished-except for one-she turned and stared up at him again.
“You don’t want to eat the meatball?” he asked, baffled.
Danika didn’t know if he was aware that he’d been caressing her shoulder all the while she sat there, and he stood behind her like a security guard. She shook her head. “I don’t like meatballs.”
“You love meatballs,” he countered, his brows knitted in confusion.
“That was before I got preg—” she blurted out. Her cheeks turned red when she snapped her mouth shut.
“Oh.” Bafflement disappeared from his eyes as understanding dawned.
Silence descended between them. Danika was so nervous she wrung her fingers together. Then a thought came to her. This might be the perfect opportunity she could get to talk to him. He never gave her a chance before. This could be a perfect opportunity from the heavens.
“He snatched me up in the backyard,” she blurted out again, her eyes reflecting her pain. “K-Karandy snatched me up in the backyard when I went to get my clothes. He was never my lover. Never. He tortured me and drugged me!” His eyes went hue with pain, and he closed them shut. “I know you don’t believe me because of what you saw, but please, you have to trust me, Your Highness. I would never lay with Karandy or another man. Never!” she explained passionately.
His eyes remained closed, his head bowed. Her shoulders sank.
He doesn’t believe me,?Danika thought miserably. How
could
he believe? What he saw was a different explanation from what she was giving.
“You don’t believe me.” Her vision blurred, her body weak from all the drugs.
Silence descended. And it only stretched. Then his hand nudged her to sit back down on the dining chair. She followed the unspoken command, relieving her legs from carrying her weight.
His deep voice began. “After Cone enslaved me, he made me do a lot of things just to be demeaning and degrading. It battered me up and killed me inside. Every single time he did that.” A muscle ticked on his jaw, but his eyes held hers. “Taking pleasure from another man’s body. Being forced to lie on the ground and take up food with my teeth.” Memory edged his features. “Several times, he tied me up and forced female slaves to pleasure my organ until I was near release. Then he would send the slaves away.”
“What?” Her eyes widened in horror.
He looked away. “That is a different kind of torture-especially after he roasted my manly parts. It was hell, the pain incomparable. After a long time, I softened and the pain receded, and he would bring the slaves again and command them to start the torture again. Over and over again.”
“That is barbaric!” she gasped, tears in her eyes. She gripped her wrapping cloth tight.
“It was. He would make me kneel in front of him just to ridicule me and remind me how much of a weak prince I was for being enslaved with my people-for not being able to protect my people.”
She shook her head passionately. “You are not a weak king. Never!”
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