Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
Just the mention of the name of the food had her feeling very nauseous. “That’s because you cook them with herbs!”
“Herbs that are good for you and your baby.”
“I don’t like the taste of it!” she emphasized with a loud cry.
“But you will eat it.”
“No! I will not!” She crossed her arms stubbornly.
“You will.”
“Will not.”
“Will.”
“Not!” Danika shot back.
“Too bad for you, young lady, because you’ll keep eating it.” Hands to her hips, Baski stated that with a stubborn tilt of her chin.
Danika lost the fight in her and hunched her shoulders. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she glared at Baski.
The emotional display reminded Baski what she never forgot…her pregnancy. The old woman sighed as she walked to her and wrapped her arms around her Danika’s neck, pulling her in for a hug. “It’s for your own good, Dani. You know this.”
Danika snuggled against her, tears cascading down her eyes in waves. “I don’t want to eat herbal broth,” she mumbled miserably, pouting.
It reminded Baski of a kicked rabbit. She smiled. “Let’s forget all about broth for now, okay?”
“You won’t tell the king?” Danika mumbled like a child trying to keep her mother from finding out she did wrong.
Baski pulled away without answering. She walked back to the table and began grinding the herb leaves she picked up from the table.
“I’ll call Uyah and Derul to run you a nice bath. Oh, not to mention your new clothes from the seamstress will be arriving today and you will try them all out.”
Danika completely forgot that the older woman didn’t respond to her request, instead she shrugged one shoulder. “Why try them out anyway? I’ll still look fat and pregnant in them.”
Baski snorted again. “You’re only fat in your belly, I’ll give you that. Apart from that, you’re still the size as before. Here, drink this.”
Danika opened her mouth automatically and Baski poured down the bitter liquid squeezed out from the herbs. “There you go,” the old woman encouraged.
Danika grumbled her way to the bathroom where she relieved her bladder. She heard Baski leave. It didn’t take long before Uyah and Derul entered and began helping her to run her bath. She was grateful and she didn’t protest.? Baski wouldn’t be the one frowning at her refusing the care and help but the king. Since he found out about her pregnancy, he’d specifically ordered all the maids and guards on her. Refusing their help meant putting them in trouble. And so, she kept mute while they arranged her bedroom and ran her bath for her. She never forgot to thank any of them afterwards.
After her bath, the seamstress was waiting with her new clothes in her bedroom. She helped her fit into each and every one of them. They fit perfectly, and as Danika looked at herself in the mirror. Her shoulders hunched.
She looked like she swallowed a giant snake.
An hour later, Danika was watching Remeta and Corna play around in the backyard. They were chasing after one insect or another, laughing and playing.
Little Corna seemed happier, and he had been since the arrival of his little sister a month ago. Danika could still remember visiting the family after Haydara gave birth. The happiness of the couple was contagious, and longing had speared her-longing to have her own son in her arms.
As Danika watched Gunther crowd his wife from behind, and smile so joyously at the small baby, she couldn’t help imaginingthe king like that with their own baby. Would he smile with so much happiness? Would he be there at all, or would he be away on business? Would he be kept tied up in court? She’d tried to imagine his face while he carried their son after birth, and her heart bloomed with love for him.
She felt another kick to her belly that soothed and calmed her. Those kicks made the nausea, vomiting, and occasional pains in her back all worth it. Her little baby. The life she and the king created.
A guard came up to her then and informed her that the king summoned her.
Henna was in Princess Kamara’s bedroom arranging her bookshelf when mistress Donna swung the door open and entered the room like she owned it.
“M-mistress! A very g-good morning to you, mistress!” Henna gasped, very flustered, as she pushed herself to her feet and bowed her head to the head mistress of the king.
Mistress Donna looked around the empty bedroom, her lips pursed. “Where is Princess Kamara?”
Henna swallowed tightly. This shouldn’t be happening at all! What was this mistress doing here now? “She went h-hunting, mistress,” the girl pushed out.
“Mm,” Donna pushed her well-combed black hair away from her face, cocking her head to the side. “Don’t you think she’s roaming the wilds often these days, Henna?”
“W-well, you know it’s a hobby of hers, Mistress,” Henna laughed nervously.
“Mm. And where does she keep all the meats she gets after hunting? Yori hasn’t been cooking bush meat lately, I’ll have you know, because I asked her.” The mistress crossed her arms, her lips pursed in suspicion.
Henna shifted uncomfortably. “I think Manata is the one cooking them, Mistress,” she referred to another palace cook, one close to her princess.
Mistress Donna nodded, “I’ll make sure to ask Manata once she comes to work today. Princess Kamara had been very suspicious lately. She’d better not be seeing that wretched boy who lives near the hills, or they will be in a lot of trouble.” With a cynical smile, she turned and walked out of the door.
Henna’s legs wobbled, and she sat hard on the floor in a heap. That wicked mistress will just put her princess into more trouble.
For the past two months, her princess had used every time her father turned his back to run to her lover’s place. She had been spending a lot of time there, and Henna was very happy for her princess. Her princess deserved to marry someone she loved, not the scarred and scary king she didn’t love.
But this mistress would put her princess in trouble if the king found out about this.
Henna shuddered, unable to bear the thought.
Danika entered the king’s chambers and stared around the empty room. A noise in the inner bedroom told her that he was inside there.
He’s in the library, so she couldn’t go to him. So she had to wait for him to come out right there.
Her eyes found the food on the table, and her mouth watered automatically at the sight and smell of food. There were more than six closed plates on the table. She walked towards it and opened all the plates, salivating at the foods before closing them right back. The last plate she opened wiped the smile from her face-chicken broth and soup.
“Oh, no,” she moaned regretfully. “Baski, that traitorous woman!” She gasped loudly.
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