Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
“It’s okay. You did say you don’t like broth. I’m going to make sure Baski understood this and try to use another ingredient or a different herb to make it next time.”
“So I’m g-going to eat it again, next time?” she cried dreadfully, staring up at him.
“Yes, but it will be better next time,” he reassured her.
She lowered her head back to his chest and began bawling louder.
King Lucien sighed at the cry that got louder. He decided that it was best he keeps his mouth shut.
The carriage was always uncomfortable for Vetta. She felt so crowded, like she’s in an enclosed space. And that is why she never takes the carriages anywhere.
She was coming back from the market; her carriage just entered the palace.
The galloping and neighing of the horses filled the air, the sound of maids chatting and laughing as they went about their evening activities.
A familiar pang gripped her lower belly so badly, she gasped as she doubled over in the carriage. Her teeth gritted, she waited for the pain to pass.
The herbs Monah gave her…were they really working?
She hissed sharply as the pain faded, and she felt almost normal again. Monah did say she should take the herbs three times a day, but she only takes them once because of the way it makes her feel weak several minutes after every intake. Shouldn’t the pain stopped now? It’s been two months.
She opened the carriage window a little, looking around the palace. The flowers, the sites of maids laughing. Then she saw her.
Danika.
Vetta watched the woman as she walked around the secluded part of the left wing of the palace. There were two maids behind her acting as a chaperone. Swift anger and deep hatred for the woman coursed through Vetta. The maids were saying something to her and she was smiling at what they said. She is happy. Vetta’s hand switched tightly at the beautiful wooden carriage as she watched the sight before her. How can that bitch be happy after everything she took from her?
Vetta’s eyes settled on her swollen belly. Deep waves of envy swarmed her. Danika, the daughter of Cone, took everything from her.
Everything is her fault. Everything. This is so unfair.
“Stop the carriage,” she commanded. Her soft voice belied the raging feelings going on inside her.
Kamara arrived back to the palace with a huge smile on her face when Henna dragged her away immediately she sighted her.
“Thank God, you’re back, my princess!” Her personal maid gasped immediately when they got to the privacy of her bedroom.
“What is the matter?” Kamara asked when she saw the apprehension and panic on Henna’s face.
“It’s the mistress, Donna! She’s suspicious of you! She came here today when you were done and she kept asking suspicious questions. She said there will be hell to pay if you’re visiting your lover and she will make sure she tells the king about it!”
Kamara sat down hard on the bed. Her happiness disappeared as Henna’s words watched over her. Donna, that wicked witch. “Did you tell her that I was hunting?” She could barely get her mouth to move.
“I did, my princess. But he said that there’s no bush meat being cocked by Yori. I told her that Manata is the one cooking them.”
“Good. Call Manata for me.”
“Right away, my princess.” Henna rushed out of the bedroom.
Kamara was feeling very sad and angry already. Just like mistress Donna to always ruin her happiness. This past few months she’s spent with Callan was the best of her life. They’d done a lot of things together and he had thought her a lot-had taken her to a lot of places in the kingdom she never knew before.
His memories were still lost, and his mind was still a mess whenever they wanted to make love. It was saddening to Kamara because of the way the flashes of Callan’s past always left him in pain. So she decided with him that they wouldn’t try out that much intimacy again. Instead, they kissed and made out, butnever took things any further. They dedicated that time to just spending time with each other.
Today, they’d gone fishing. He taught her how to tie a hook and how to set a trap in the river. They’d caught two fishes. It was fun and it was beautiful.
And here Donna is, being a wicked witch to me, Kamara thought with sadness. It made her remember the kingdom of Salem. She wondered how Danika was doing. And that wicked mistress, Vetta. She’d always wanted to write to Danika, but she was scared of anything that had to do with the kingdom of Salem-scared that one day she would wake up and find King Lucien on her doorstep to perform her marital rites.
The thought was terrifying, and so dreadfully-
“My princess, I’ve called Manata.” Henna’s voice drew her out of her own thoughts.
“Stop the carriage,” Vetta repeated, raising her voice raised her voice a bit so that they would hear her clearly.
The guard that seated on the back of the horse jerked on the reins. The horse neighed out loud and galloped to a stop.
She came down from the carriage and dismissed the guards. “I need to go on an evening walk. Dosel, take the horses to the stable; the others can leave me.”
“Yes, Mistress.” They bowed their heads to her.
She turned and headed towards Danika’s path. With each step she took, Vetta felt the pain in her lower body intensify. The pain was a reminder that she could not have the king’s child. That she could not have any child again in her whole life.
Everything was Danika’s fault. This was so unfair. So unfair.
She got closer to her and the two maids. “Leave us,” Vetta commanded the maids.
Danika turned around to see the king’s mistress coming towards her, and her heart skipped several beats. She’d been beating herself up all day for vomiting on the king, but seeing the mistress, thoughts of the king were momentarily forgotten. She had done her best to avoid the mistress in the last few months. Although Sally told her that the mistress worried about her when she was in the dungeon and about to be executed, it still didn’t erase the fact that she knew how much the mistress disliked her.
Being alone with her made Danika very uncomfortable.
The maids were hesitant. “My m-mistress, the king told us not to—” one of them began.
“I want to walk with her, and I do not need you both to join us,” Vetta interrupted in an authoritative way.
The young maids gave up and bowed their head to her. Then they turned and walked back into the palace.
When Vetta faced her, Danika bowed her head slightly in greeting. “Mistress.”
The woman looked at her from her head to her toes, her lips pursed in distaste. Then a pretentious smile blanketed her face. “Let’s walk, shall we?” She led the way before Danika could say a word, giving her no chance at all to refuse her.
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