Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
Footsteps began her and had her whirling around to face the king. His hands were behind his back, and he stared at her with flushed, angry cheeks. King Lucien allowed himself to look her all over. The new petticoat was so beautiful on her, it only enhanced her deeply-ingrained beauty and molded her swollen belly before flowing at her feet. She was exquisite. Exquisite and very pregnant.
And very angry.
King Lucien wasn’t surprised about her anger or most of the strange moods and feelings she had exhibited lately before him. For the past two months, he had bought all the books scholars and bards wrote about pregnancy and childbirth. He spends most of his free time reading each and every one of them.
“We will have breakfast, Danika,” he announced as he walked closer to her. His fingers itched to touch her. He didn’t.
“I don’t want to eat broth; I don’t like what it tastes like!” she burst out, obviously worked up.
“You have to. It is good for your condition.”
She folded her hand stubbornly, her nose in the air in that usual regalia that never abated from her, not even after one year in slavery.
His eyes found the small silver-chained black collar that branded her his slave. That branded her his property. The collar that represented every pain he has ever been through at the hands of King Cone. He averted his eyes away. Lately, he did not like seeing that collar on her.
“You have to eat broth,” he said.
“No!” She stomped her foot.
“Danika.”
“No!”
“Dani-“
“No!” Tears swamped her eyes. “That traitorous old woman!” she hissed under her breath.
The stubborn reply was almost funny. It would have been if the king was a smiling man. He did not take offense. Instead, he sighed and stopped resisting the urge to touch her. Knowing that command wouldn’t solve his problem now, he placed his hand on her cheek. “Don’t you want to stay healthy?” he asked.
Her lower lips trembled. “I want to be.”
“Don’t you want our child to be born healthy?”
“Of course, I want him to. You know I want him to,” she replied in a calmer voice, sniffling.
“Then you have to eat,” he coaxed gently.
Sad puppy-dog eyes met his blue ones pleadingly. “But I don’t-“
“I will feed it to you,” he blurted out. Then he frowned slightly. He did not know anything about feeding anybody, and he has no idea why he said something like that.
Danika looked torn. Wanting him so close to her and feeding her….or not eating broth?
“Okay but I might throw up on you, it makes me queasy,” she mumbled miserably as she allowed him to coax her to the nearest chair. She sat down on it and looked up at him. “I might vomit on you.”
He has never fed anybody, and no one has ever vomited on him before. Are all pregnant women this strange? He wondered thoughtfully.
And she was still staring at him hopefully, expecting him to call off broth because she might throw up on him.
“I do not mind if you throw up on me, Danika. But we will eat broth.”
Her face crumbled, she stared dreadfully at the plate of chicken broth. “As you wish, Your Highness,” she mumbled miserably.
He opened the plate, scooped up the soup and began feeding her…
The king began feeding Danika. He scooped up the soup and raised it towards her mouth. Danika glared at the spoon for a few seconds before she opened her mouth begrudgingly and allowed the spoon to pass through. Silence descended as they repeated the processes over and over again, until the plate was almost empty.
Then the king looked at her face, she had the most strangest look on her face. He arched his brow. “Is anything the matt—“
He didn’t get to finish when all of a sudden, she leaned forward and wretched all over him. She was vomiting on him. The sound of gagging continued as the food just kept rushing out of her and deposited on his body. That continued for several long seconds. The king was too shocked to speak. He remained frozen and watched what was happening like he’s seeing a show.
Finally, Danika raised her head tiredly and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. That was when she realized what she did. She just vomited on the king!
“Oh, heavens!” She gasped as she covered her mouth with her hands. “Oh, heavens!”
King Lucien only stared at her, unable to look down at his body and drenched garment.
Her face crumbled and she began crying.
That snapped him out of a daze he seemed to have entered. “Why are you crying, Danika?” he said.
“I ruined y-your clothes! Now, I’m going to get whipped, or k-killed! Or thrown away!” she cried, wet eyes meeting his frantically. “What’s gonna happen to me now!?”
“You did commit a huge crime,” he conceded. “But no one is going to get you killed or whipped. Dargak.” He called the name like a calm statement.
It didn’t take long before the door opened and the guard rushed inside. “Your Highness?”
“Get this place cleaned up. Tell three maids, I summon them.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.” The guard turned and hurried out.
Danika was still crying, positively hysterical. “I t-told you I can’t eat chicken broth, I told you! Now, look what happened!”
Seeing her all pregnant and crying wasn’t sitting well with him. “It’s alright. Stop crying, there’s no harm done.”
She didn’t stop, even as the maids entered his chambers and began cleaning the place up.
He removed his outer garment, which remained his inner white garment. Then he walked to her and began consoling her.
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