Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
The door squeaked loudly as Danika opened it and walked inside it. The room was empty. She walked towards the closed door of the king’s inner chamber and stared at the door worriedly. That door had been off-limits to her for the past year because his pregnant sister was murdered in cold blood in the room behind the door. She raised her hand to knock. She couldn’t. In the end, she reached for the doorknob and gently turned it towards the right. A click interrupted the silent night as the door opened. She pushed it open and entered quietly.
The room was in darkness. Danika squinted her eyes but still couldn’t see a thing, but she felt his presence in the room. She didn’t know how she knew he was there, but she did.
Walking as slowly and gently as possible, Danika’s hand touched the wall searchingly until she found what she was looking for. She flipped the switch.
A light came on above her head. It wasn’t too bright to be blinding, and it made her feel relief because she was sure he wouldn’t appreciate a blinding light at the moment.
Danika took in the library, her eyes seeing the big dominating shelves at each side of the room, filled with all kinds of books. Then her eyes fell on the huge, dominating figure sitting on the chair that occupied the front of the left side of the enormous shelf.
The king was still wearing his royal, kingly garment, and his head was bent. He hadn’t moved to indicate his knowledge that he was no longer alone in the room or the flipping of the light switch.
But Danika was very sure that he was not asleep. She might be in trouble for going against him severally this night, but her heart reached out to him. She couldn’t begin to imagine how he was feeling.
When he didn’t say a word, she opened her mouth, but no word came out. She tried again, but she had no idea what to say. So she walked out to the inner room straight to his wardrobe, where she picked out his nightclothes and his footwear. She walked back to him and lowered herself to the floor in front of him. Danika touched his leg and jerked slightly, but he didn’t raise his head. Danika took it as her permission and removed his ceremonial footwear to replace it with his homely ones.
Then she got up and urged him to stand up with her hand tugging gently on his arm.
He raised his head then and looked at her. His face was the usual unreadable one, but her heart went out to him all the same. He was hurting; she knew it more than anything.
“I want to help you change your robes,” she whispered, breaking the silence. “Please, let me.”
His eyes kept looking at her face for a lengthened period before he closed his eyes slowly. He followed the tugging of her hand and got up from the chair.
In the silence that followed, he let her undress him and rid him of his kingly garments to clothe him with his flimsy white nightclothes. His eyes followed the movement of her hands, his mouth saying no words. After that, he lowered himself back to the chair and palmed his pounding head with his hand.
“I’m sorry for what happened,” Danika whispered, her hand on his shoulder consolingly.
He only shook his head slowly, his eyes closed.
Knowing him so well, Danika respected his silence, but she didn’t leave. Instead, she walked behind him and began massaging his shoulders in an effort to relieve him.
Her hands kneaded the hard, strong, corded muscles of his shoulders down to his chest. She repeated the movement over and over again until his head fell back and rested on her swollen belly.
“I never thought she would do anything like that.” His voice was barely heard-barely a growl.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“This is Vetta we’re talking about. Vetta.” He sounded so confused. “I never…I never expected that she would do something so deceitful. Having other lovers, getting pregnant for one of them, ridding herself of the baby, and keeping all this so hidden.” He shook his head again. “It’s not something I expected at all. Not from her.”
Danika remembered the mistress’s confrontation with her earlier at noon. She has always been so bitter with her, but she was never so verbally expressive about it. No wonder shescreamed about her inability to produce a child in the future. It must have been as a result of her most recent miscarriage.
“I’m so sorry,” she could only say to the king, not knowing another way to alleviate his pain.
He shook his head again, causing his head to roll side by side on her belly. It was odd that their child was suddenly so quiet in there now that his father’s head was on him. There was no kicking, no tummy aches. Not that it was possible, but she wondered if their son could feel his father’s pain.
“You don’t understand, Danika. You can’t understand.” The king took a deep breath. “Vetta and I…we go a long way. I…” He paused before he added, “I trusted her so much. She’s among the few people that has my complete trust. I trusted her with my life.”
The pain in his voice made Danika stop kneading his shoulders. Instead, she got in front of him and bent over. Her hand palmed his face, forcing their eyes to meet.
“All these are what makes us humans, my king. We give trust, and we receive it. Just because we make mistakes sometimes and give to the wrong people, does not make us any less human or any less powerful and lovable. It only means that mistakes happen. And what matters is how we deal with it,” she continued. “How we stand after we fall. How we rise after we stumble. How we handle the mistakes. And it’s aftermaths did not ruin us. That is what matters, my king.”
King Lucien stared at her so piercingly as if his deep blue troubled eyes could see inside her soothing soul.
“You are allowed to hurt. You are allowed to feel betrayal and all those other emotions because you are human. But do not let this break you down, Lucien,” she finished in a whisper, forced to straighten to her full height when she began feeling uncomfortable being bent over.
Silence followed her words.
Then his head pushed forward until it rested on her again. She wrapped her arms around his head and held him to her.
“Danika.” His groan was muffled on her belly.
“Yes, my king?”
“Thank you for coming. Thank you for being here.”
She was able to make out his words. “It’s okay.” She had no plans of leaving him. Never. It did not matter what the mistress said to her in the afternoon. She had asked her to disappear from this man’s side. She could not disappear from this man’s side. Who would look out for him if she did? She could not. I’m sorry, Mistress, she whispered to herself.
“Danika?” His deep guttural groan pulled her out of her thoughts.
“Yes, my king.” Her fingers were buried into his soft mass.
“I… I need you tonight.” He didn’t raise his head as he revealed. “Right here… Right now…”
Her chest fluttered. Her fingers paused in his hair. She feared that she knew the exact way he wanted her, but she still asked.
“Your way?” She swallowed tightly.
“My way. I want to forget. I want… I want to lose myself in you.”
A shiver worked down her body. Memories of the last night he made such a request filled her mind. She bit her lips worriedly. Wouldn’t that be dangerous in her condition? He could be so rough!
He moved his head slightly, swiveling it to the side to look up at her face. “Can I have you?”. It was at the tip of her tongue to agree because she could hardly deny him anything, especially when he was hurting. And he was asking her permission patiently, which was odd. It made her wonder what was going through that noisy head of his.
The question hung in the air between them.
Then their baby head-butted his head.
Danika gasped as she felt the strong head-butt.
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