Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
“It’s wh-what I’ve been all my life, Your Majesty! Please let me be a palace slave! Please! I’ll do anything. Please!” she pleaded passionately.
Lucien wasn’t stupid. He knew the girl wanted to be close to her former mistress-wanted to be with her. He turned and stared at Chad, who had a little smile on his face, before Lucien dipped his head in acknowledgment.
Chad did the same for him. Always did the same. But he wasn’t sure if he wanted to do such favors for Danika.
He didn’t want to do her such favors,?period.
Lucien stared at the girl without saying a word for many seconds. “You’re no longer a slave, Sally. Why don’t you try living a normal life first?”
Tears filled Sally’s eyes when she saw that her request was about to be denied. She forgot to kneel and lay down on the ground, her hands clamped together.
“Please, my king! Please!” She shook her head and began crying harder. “I don’t want to live normally.”
Her princess was probably having a very hard time there alone. Princess Danika was proud and royal, and people must hate her because of her father. Sally was worried sick, thinking about how her princess was coping without her. She always did the smallest of things for her so happily, and she always made her smile. Was her princess still alive?
“Oh, please, Your Highness! Please!” Sally sobbed.
Lucien turned away. “Go home, Sally. Go and live a normal life.”
Three hours later, Danika was working in the mines again. She did her best to avoid Karandy or taking personal instructions from him-especially staying alone with him.
She did what the others did. When they hit the ground with hammers, she did the same. She cleared the sand when they cleared the sand. When they swept, she swept.
Of course, she didn’t blend in. She easily stood out in a crowd of slaves because the bearing of a princess surrounded her like an invisible cloak.Her shoulders held high. Her chin lifted. Not a single smile on her beautiful face. Her blonde hair was not dirty but sparkling and shining, well-arranged. Her uniform was well-pressed.
Danika wished Sally was there-Sally, who made Danika smile always. Sally, who would tell her stories.
Another hour passed, and Danika heard hurried footsteps in front of the tunnel. “Where’s the king’s slave?”
Danika dropped the broomstick when she heard Baski’s voice. In measured steps, she walked out of the tunnel.
“The king will require your presence in five minutes.
Do not keep him waiting,” she said in that usual curt tone and walked away.
Danika started following when Karandy called her. “See me for a minute, Slave.”
She didn’t want to. She wanted to hurry after Baski. But she also did not want another punishment or slap from the slave trainer. So, Danika followed Karandy to the little quarters where he stayed to oversee work at the mines. She was happy that it was an open space, but he got her to a dark corner.
“What about what we discussed?” he growled maliciously.
“What we discussed?” Danika repeated, feigning ignorance.
“About you letting me fuck you whenever or however I want,” he said bluntly.
“Oh, that? I haven’t had the chance to think about it, and you said I should think about it.” She bit her lips. “Can I get another chance to think about it?”
Anger darkened Karandy’s eyes. His hand shot out, and he grabbed her hair and yanked it, forcing her closer to him.
“Do you think me a fool?” he asked angrily.
Danika just stared at him.
He snaked his hand into her underthings, trying to touch her womanhood. When he caressed her, she showed no reaction. Instead, she bit the insides of her cheeks in revulsion.
Say nothing. Do nothing.
He yanked her hair harder, and she only glared at him defiantly.
“I’ll deal with you if you don’t give me what I want, you whore,” he snarled.
“I said I’ll think about it,” Danika answered simply.
Karandy let go of her in frustration when he didn’t get the reaction he wanted from her. He already took a risk when he slapped her yesterday. No one touched a king’s slave without authorization from the king. The king’s slaves were special and required special treatment.
Karandy had prepared himself to be summoned by the king to explain the hand imprint on her cheek. He’d prepared himself for the lies he’d tell about how stubborn and superior Danika was being and he had to handle her.
Of course, he was prepared to finish his pleading with the fact that she hadn’t been introduced as a king’s slave the previous day. Thankfully, the king hated her too much to care about the hand imprint. But now, he fisted his hands to keep from smacking her. She was now introduced, and if the king summoned him, he would be severely punished.
“I’ll need an answer tomorrow, Danika! You’d better give me a positive response!” He whirled around and started out in anger, trying to hide his heavy arousal from view.
Guess he’d have to find a dirty random slave to fuck. The true one he wanted to sample remained out of reach. Well, only for that day!
SEXSOMNIA
Night was falling. Vetta watched Danika as she drew water from the pit. There was no one around, and Vetta was feeling angry while staring at her.
How could someone in a plain slave uniform look like royalty without even trying?
The thought angered Vetta. She had to work hard in looking like the mistress she was. Sometimes she looked in the mirror and she saw the slave she’d always been.
No. She was no longer that girl. She wasn’t!
Vetta watched as Danika placed the pot of water on her head and started walking. As she got closer to Vetta, she came out of the shadows and placed her foot in Danika’s path. Danika stumbled on it and fell. The pot broke to pieces, and she winced, scrapping her elbow on the ground.
Vetta bent down and grabbed hold of Danika’s hair. “Watch where you’re going, Slave!” she snarled.
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