Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
Sally’s eyes went to the hourglass by the window. She got up from the chair. “I’ll run you a bath so you’ll get ready for your evening walk with the king.” She grinned mischievously.
“I can see how you’re constantly looking at the wall clock, my princess.”
Caught, Danika flushed and averted her eyes. Her evening walk with the king had been in her mind all day.
Sally began laughing, unable to help herself. Oh heavens, but she has missed these precious moments with her princess. She headed for the bathroom.
“I can run my own baths, Sally,” Danika called.
Sally didn’t pause for a moment. “I know, my princess. I just miss running your baths for you.”
Callan and Kamara were having a great time. The day couldn’t have been any better. She stayed with him in the backyard while he cut wood for hours. She told him story after story, enlivening the place and making him wish the day would never end.
Afterwards, she’d insisted that she join him in delivering the woods to the house of his customers. He’d refused because he didn’t want to stress her, but she’d insisted.
So he’d rushed to the nearby seamstress and bought plain wear that’ll disguise her and make her look like a normal girl and not stand out like a princess.
Kamara had readily taken some dress from him and put it on. Callan was tongue-tied at her beauty when she stepped out and showed him. Even in a dress so plain and cheap, she still looked glaringly like a princess.
She’d flushed in excitement when she saw the look of appreciation after she changed clothes, and she’d taken his wordless compliment. Wearing a simple hat, she’d hidden her wavy blond hair too.
Then they’d gone from one customer house to another while he delivered their goods. Kamara found it most fun and a cherishing moment, spending such a great time with him.
She found out that his elderly customers liked him so much they were always smiling and complimenting him. Hours passed quickly, much to the couple’s pain, but they made the most of it.
On their way back, they roamed the woods, talking, laughing, and telling stories. They held hands together while they discussed simple things.
At some points, they’d stop and kiss for several moments before continuing their journey. By the time they got back to Callan’s place, it was time for Kamara to return home.
She didn’t want to go, but she knew she had to. Henna must have made it possible for her to keep being here, and she mustn’t put her personal maid and Callan in danger because she has a star so far away from the palace…so out of reach.
A star she wants to reach by all means…whenever and however she could.
She dressed up and said goodbye to Callan with the promise that she’d sneak out again tomorrow.
Callan kept staring at the road in happiness and longing, even after she left.
Vetta sat in her bed, feeling like the world was crashing in on her.
The herbs Monah gave her to flush out her own womb lay in front of her. She couldn’t stop staring at them. The pain in her lower abdomen was insistent, but she ignored it too. Tears of anger, sadness, and rage filled her eyes. How could something like this happen to her? She wanted to bear the king’s child, and here she was, unable to bear a child at all. Why did she flush that dirty Karandy’s child?
If she knew something like that would happen, Vetta would have pinned that child at Lucien. Anything to have that man all to herself! Anything at all!
Hot tears fell from her eyes. She had been crying all afternoon while the world crashed around her.
Why would nothing favor her? Absolutely nothing!
Getting up from the bed, she walked to the window and gazed out. Her visions remained blurry; tears wouldn’t stop leaving her eyes. And when they did, her eyes caught a sight. King Lucien and Danika were walking together. They were taking the woods.
They are going for an evening walk,?Vetta realized in sheer misery and anguish.
Her eyes zeroed in on their faces. Danika was practically wearing a radiant look on her face. And the king? She had never seen him look so…content. So happy, even if he wasn’t smiling. And her bump?
That baby bump on Danika filled Vetta with a lot of raging emotions.
All of them were a painful sight for her, and it made her cry all the more…..
Two Months Later….
A kick against her ribs woke Danika up that morning feeling very grumpy and so tired. That was almost like her default setting in the last few months. Another kick against her ribs made her wince as she dragged herself up from the bed.
“Any day you don’t kick me awake, I’ll be very worried. You, my baby, are a strong kicker,” she said, a small spreading across her sleep-swollen face.
The door opened almost immediately. “How are you doing this morning?” Baski’s voice followed as she walked into her bedroom in that usual hasty steps of hers.
“Grumpy. I feel like I’ve aged fifty years,” she grumbled, staring warily at the steams coming off the teacup the older woman carried in her hands.
A smile ghosted Baski’s face as she set the tea down on the table and turned to stare at the very-pregnant looking Danika. “It’s the normal feeling honey. You still have a few little time to go and the young one will be in your arms.”
Danika’s beautiful face glowed at the thought of her son being in her arms. Her hand automatically caressed her belly so lovingly. “I can’t wait for that day…”
The older woman snorted. “I can’t, too. And I’m sure his father is just as anxious as we are.”
If her face was glowing before, it was positively radiant at the mention of the king. Those two months had been good to her, and it had improved her relationship with the king. He was always asking of her, caring for her in the best way a man like him could, always attentive to every little details about her and her baby. It was wonderful. It was glorious.
The week before, he didn’t go to court because she woke up to a stomachache, feeling very weak. He’d stayed with her all the while Angie came around and attended to her.
Their love making was more frequent in the last two months than ever, even though he hadn’t touched her that way since she came down with a stomach ache and got treated. He was always gently, putting her first, even when he wasn’t enjoying it like he would have if he’d gone at his own pace. And yet, it didn’t stop him from having sex with her so frequently.
She no longer had any doubts that he was happy. Even without the stretching of his lips and the twinkling of his eyes in smile and laughter, she knew without a doubt that King Lucien was positively as happy about their baby as she was.
“Here, this tea is for you. Come, drink it while it’s still hot,” Baski urged as she brought the hot read towards her mouth.
Danika sighed in defeat and took the tea even though she didn’t want to. She had long come to the conclusion that it was useless to argue with Baski.
“I need a bath and to freshen up,” she gulped, pushing the empty cup back to the old women.
Baski smile as she walked to the table and dropped the cup. “I know that more than you do. I’m going to report to the king that you’re not eating your chicken broth and soup very well.”
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