Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
“What!? None of us were ready when we were introduced! None of us!” She did her best to keep her anger in check.
Lucien just stared at her with an arched brow. “Are you saying something, Vetta?”
Vetta bit her lips hard. “No, my king.” She felt like pulling her hair out in frustration. Talking to him was like moving a brick wall. She took her time arranging her clothes. What got to her the most was the way he announced her as “his” to the royal court. He had never made such an announcement about her!
“You can’t think of her as human if you want to get revenge on her, my king. Her father never thought of us as that!” she let out.
Lucien opened the drawer of the table and withdrew new scrolls, then spread them out.
“I-I’m just thinking that you’re being too soft on her,” Vetta pushed on.
“She was overwhelmed. You weren’t there; you didn’t see her.” He didn’t spare her a glance.
“You should be happy about that! Celebrate a victory when she’s in that state! That’s what revenge is all about. Am I wrong?”
He finally looked at her. “I was her age when I was enslaved. I know what it feels like to feel overwhelmed by such a crowd and forced to do such a deed.”
“I also know what’s like to-“
“You have no idea what it’s like, Vetta,” he snapped. “You were born a slave; you grew up knowing slavery, and you knew no other life. It’s easier for you because you’ve been a lowborn since birth.”
Vetta felt like he’d slapped her with that blunt statement. But that’s Lucien. He didn’t talk much, and he never pulled punches with his words, either.
He continued. “She was royalty. She didn’t know a life like this until a week ago, and she wasn’t a pure-bred whore. I took her virginity on this bed last night. So, it was overwhelming, and she wasn’t ready.”
His eyes dismissed her, and he palmed his writing feather and inked it.
A virgin? Danika was royalty, and she, Vetta, was born a slave!?
Vetta took deep breaths to keep her anger in check and swallow the words she wanted to scream at him.
“She isn’t ready now. Does that mean you’ll agree to introduce her again another time? You know the kings will demand it.”
Lucien shrugged and started writing.
She needed vocal answers, dammit! “My king-“
“Get out, Vetta.” Softly spoken command, but deadly when delayed.
Vetta started out for the door, practically spitting fire. Then she stopped and turned.
“Don’t forget, my king. Don’t forget what you went through. What your people went through. What we went through. Don’t forget the death of your parents. Your pregnant little sister. Don’t forget Declan, my king. Don’t forget the things they madeus do. Don’t forget Chad. Don’t forget little Remeta or Baski.” She opened the door. “Don’t forget who the enemy is. Who the daughter of the enemy is, like you were the son of your father. You didn’t deserve what they did to you, and so it’s fair.” She paused. “The day you put yourself in her shoes before you do anything else is the day you fail yourself and your revenge.”
Vetta waited for Lucien to support her words and express his anger.
“You won’t say anything!?” she fumed.
He raised cold and angry eyes at her. “Get. Out.” He didn’t shout. He never needed to.
She marched out in anger and rage. Vetta decided it was time to get her own revenge.
THE KING’S VISITOR
“Someone wants to see you, Your Highness,” Chad announced, entering Lucien’s room.
Lucian was tying up the imperial letters he had finished writing. He looked up to Chad. “Who is it?”
Chad shifted uncomfortably. “She refused to leave. We’ve tried everything possible to get the girl to go, but she refused, saying she must see the king. She’s adamant and very persistent.”
“Hmm” Lucien rubbed his jaw in thought and frowned. Then he got up and took strides towards the door. “Let me see who this girl is.”
Chad followed him, and together, they walked through the cavernous halls of the royal palace towards the entrance of it. Servants and maids bowed to Lucien as he passed, and some gave greetings respectfully.
Once Lucien entered the hallway that led to the entrance, he heard the commotion. The guards were forcing a girl to leave, but she refused and put up a fight while pleading desperately that she must see the king.
“Leave her be,” Lucien ordered as he got closer.
The guard let go of the girl immediately, and she dropped to the ground. “Good day, my king. Oh, thank you so much forgiving a peasant like me a bit of your time. Thank you so much, my lord.”
Lucien stared at the girl. She looked familiar, but he couldn’t place her. She looked to be about twenty or twenty-one, give or take. “Who are you? Why do you request an audience with me?” he asked.
The girl looked nervous, but she bravely lowered her head again. “My name is S-Sally, Your Majesty. I used to be a personal m-maid to the f-former princess, Danika.”
It finally clicked-where he knew her from. Lucien remembered the girl clearly. It had been the day he strode to Danika and collared her as his. The day they took back their lands and Mombana’s lands, too. He also remembered vividly giving orders to place the girl in a good home to work.
“Is there anything I can do for you, Sally?” Lucien asked, staring down at the girl.
“Please, Your Highness. I want to w-work here.” She placed her palms together and rubbed them vigorously in desperate pleas. “Please grant my request; please, Your Highness!”
Lucien scowled. “Do they treat you wrong? Your new home?”
“No, no, no.” She shook her head vigorously. “They’re the kindest of people, my lord.”
“I’m afraid that I don’t understand you.”
“I want to be a p-palace slave, my king.”
He cocked his head to the side. “Why? You’re helping now. Why would you want to be a slave again?”
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