Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
He gathered her into his arms, and she sighed in her sleep, melting against him. He stayed awake most of the night, watching her sleep.
The next evening, in the kingdom of Navia, King Valendy was annoyed at the persistent knock that kept coming at the door of his study. “What is it?” he asked angrily, not bothering to ask who it is that dared to disturb him when he was working. Only one person dared to do that.
The door burst open, and Mistress Donna strode inside. “Kamara is gone again.”
“Since when did you become her bodyguard, Donna? She is a grown princess with duties to fulfill. She has every rightto leave the palace whenever she wants,” King Valendy chided impatiently, ready to get back to the journal he was filling.
“No, my king, I do not think she went out to do her duties. In fact, I am sure she went out to see that peasant of hers.”
“No, she has not. Kamara made me a promise and she does not break her words,” he stated vehemently. “Leave, Donna, and stop disturbing me.”
The mistress did not like the way he was dismissing her, especially when she had a tangible case. She walked closer to him. “I’m very sure she breaks her word in this case, my king. She considers herself in love with this peasant. People tend to do foolish things for love.”
His hand paused in the middle of writing, and he cocked his head to the side in thought. Donna let him, her leg tapping impatiently. “No. I find this hard to believe,” he maintained.
“There’s no harm in trying to be sure anyway.”
“Alright,” he agreed reluctantly. “Send out the guards to go to that boy’s hut to look for her.”
A smile ghosted Donna’s face. Just the command she had been waiting for. “As you wish, my king.”
He spared her a glance. “You have better things to do with your time than this, Donna, but if this is what you wish to do, you can go ahead with it. Leave now, for I need to work.”
“Of course.” She was still smiling as she inclined her head, before walking out of his study and closing the door.
Such faith he had for his daughter. She was going to prove him wrong.
“Jayreh!” she called immediately as she stepped out of the palace building. Her eyes found the guard at the training field even before she was done calling his name.
“Yes, Mistress.” The head guard ran towards her and knelt before her.
“Gather two of your men here right now. We head out to town now!”
“As you command, Your Highness!”
The messenger stood in front of King Lucien and waited nervously. He had been standing for several long minutes.
The king stood with the message in his hands. He had not released it, and the messenger wondered why. Instead, he kept going over it over and over and over again.
Finally, he released the two scrolls to him. “Take this message to the ten kingdoms. Make sure every king gets my message.”
Thank heavens. “Yes, Your Majesty,” the messenger responded immediately…
The next evening, Danika stood in front of Vetta’s dungeon. The guard hurried past her, and the sound of keys opening a lock filled the air, followed by the sound of deadbolt opening.
She nodded her gratitude, the guard acknowledged her before he hurried out of the cell. She looked around sadly, holding the wrapped food tightly in her hand. She couldn’t believe that it had only been months since she got out of the place. It felt like ages ago.
Her eyes took in the familiar stone walls. There was a light coming in from inside the dungeon, which showed that someone is in there. Other times, the light bulb is off.
For a moment, Danika relished the first time she was in this place. Her hand touched her collar absently…
He’d collared her and kept her here for over a week. She could still remember clearly, the look of pure and raw hatred in his eyes whenever he was addressing her.
Chasing the memories away with a shake of her head, Danika strode forward and entered through the heavy metal door. Vetta laid facing the wall, her back to her.
Danika knew Baski had been taking care of the mistress like she did her when she was here. Tears filled her eyes as she took in the woman in front of her.
Vetta looked nothing like the smug, angry mistress Danika had always known. Instead, she looked like an insane person.
Her clothes were torn, as if she ripped them with her own hands, and her hair was dirty and in disarray on her head, like she spend ages running her fingers through it.
The mistress didn’t move an inch when Danika entered, but the tensed rigidity of her back told her that she was awake. Danika walked further into the room and cleared her throat.
Vetta drew taut at the feminine sound. Then she uncurled her body and turned to glare at Danika so hard, it hit her like a stone, seeing the bone-deep hatred in the older woman’s expression.
“What are you doing here?” she hissed, narrowing her eyes angrily. “Let me guess, you came to laugh at me? Vetta, the pathetic? Vetta, the whore mistress!?”
The mistress’s voice had gone hoarse, and Danika imagined that it must have been from screaming too loud some nights to be let out. The maids’ rooms are close to the dungeon, and they rumor that some nights, the mistress screams loudly, repeatedly.
“No, I came to do no such thing,” she defended.
“Then what did you come here to do!?” she spat. “Get out! Get away from me now!”
“Mistress…”
“Stay away from me. If you have an idea how much I hated you, you wouldn’t be in here at all. Stay away from me, Danika. Stay. Far. Away From. Me.” Each words she emphasized angrily that Danika flinched.
Then she laid back on the ground and turned away.
Vetta hated that Danika was seeing her this way-this pathetic. The woman must be here to celebrate her victory. Wicked bitch. Angry tears filled Vetta’s eyes and she wrapped her arms protectively around herself, curling into a ball. These walls…this place was driving her insane. How could Lucien do this to her?
Did he really want to kill her in the most horrible way? Did he hate her that much? Is that why he left her in this wretched room for so long?
Danika. It’s all because of Danika. All because of King Cone’s daughter!
“I brought food for you.” Danika announced, but her voice was stern this time around.
“Came to poison me?” She was very hungry. The pie Baski snuck in for her was barely enough for her sick deprived body. But hearing the bane of her existence tell her about food made her laugh. The laugh came out cold and empty. “You must be stupid if you think I’ll eat whatever you brought.”
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
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