Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
“You’re right, I must be stupid.” Danika walked to the other side of the empty room. Sounds of hands dusting a spot was heard for a few seconds. She dropped the pie there. “You can take it whenever you’re hungry.”
Silence descended. Vetta curled more protectively to the ground, her head tethering the very edge of insanity. She hasn’t been beaten, or raped, or whipped, or given heavy labors, and yet she felt like she’d loose her mind from the ‘tortures’ of just being inside this dungeon.
“I will still plead with the king again to get you out of here,” came the soft voice of Danika.
How dare she?
“Keep your pretense to yourself, slave!” Head whipped back, she glared at Danika with fire in her eyes. “Those pretense might work on the king because he enjoys putting his phallus inside you, but it will never work on me! I will still kill you if I get the chance anyway!” she hissed.
“He went to court…left very urgently this morning.” Danika continued like she was never interrupted. “When he gets back, I’ll try again. You needn’t be here. You have been very wickedand mean to me, Mistress, and yet I can’t bear it that you’re in here.”
Vetta began laughing. The empty sound of it grated. She laughed and laughed like an insane woman, but Danika didn’t say a word.
At the end of the laugh, tears filled her eyes.
Vetta sank back, drained. “Do you know what I can’t bear? Apart from these walls I despise so much, do you know what else that hurts like a living stake in my chest?”
Danika’s baby kicked inside her, and she winced slightly. Danika could guess a lot of things that made the bitter woman hurt, but she crossed her arms to her chest and shook her head.
“I can’t bear it that you’re so close to me, and yet I can’t kill you the way I want. Given the best opportunity, Danika, I’d wipe you from the surface of this wretched earth. You can go to hell and say hello to your father for me.” The mistress faced the wall again and laid her head back to the ground.
Danika shivered at the raw hate in the woman’s voice. “You’d still kill me, knowing fully well that I am pregnant for him?” Her hand went protectively around her swollen belly.
“More than anything in the world. You die, and the bastard inside of you with Cone’s blood running in its veins will die too,” she spat matter-of-factly. “I don’t want any woman with him, but even I will welcome another child for him from another woman. Anyone can give him a child, but not you, Danika. He could have children with half the women of Salem, and even extend to the women of Mombana-anyone at all. But not with you. Never you,” she finished in a whispered cry.
It was like a blow to Danika’s cheeks. Tears stung her eyes, but she blinked hard to keep it away.
“You know how impossible that is. If you love him so much, why would you wish such great pain on him by killing his only child, knowing fully well that he can’t sire another?”
Silence. For a few seconds, the silence was deafening.
Then Vetta uncoiled from the ground, sitting up with her back to the cold wall, her hate-filled held Danika’s. “What do you mean by that!? What do you mean that he can’t sire another?”
At the clear confusion in her voice, it dawned on Danika that the mistress didn’t know of the king’s condition.
She snapped her mouth shut. It wasn’t her place to reveal it, but the king’s.
And even if she did reveal that the king couldn’t bear a child because of his roasted phallus that scarred him and killed most of the nerves in his loins, the mistress would practically spit fire. After all, it was still her father’s doing.
“I will come back more often to check on you and bring you more food,” she responded instead.
“That would be very foolish of you.” Vetta’s eyes narrowed.
“We already established a long time ago that I am foolish.” Danika turned towards the door. “Eat your pies, Mistress, so the bugs will not eat it for you. I will be back with more.”
Footsteps silent in the rough ground of the dungeon. She opened the heavy door and walked past it.
The sound of the deadbolt locking and the chains rattling back into their place was heard as the guard locked up. Then the sound of footsteps fading followed.
Pretense. All pretense. She will still leave him. He will free her and she will leave him. She will hurt him.
Vetta glanced at the pie on the other end of the room, and to the door, and back at the pie again.
She turned and laid back on the ground, facing the wall. Her anger receded because she’s alone once again, replaced by confusion.
She was here losing her sanity every day, and Cone’s daughter is outside there with her freedom and the king in her beck n’ call, yet she is losing her sanity too.
The woman had gone mad.
“So tell me about the wooden spikes! I haven’t seen you make that before, but you did today!” Kamara drew happily, holding Declan’s arm secured to hers as they walked through the words back to his home.
“Well, it’s owned by the blind woman down the road. People call her a witch, but she isn’t. I told you that three women saved my life, right?” Callan held her tightly. He was having the best time of his life because she was by his side.
“Yes, you did. The one who gave you water to drink when you were left for dead. The one who carted you all the way here. And-” She smiled prettily. “-the one who nursed you back to life.”
“That was you, my lady,” he confirmed again, and she giggled, clinging to his arm. “You nursed me back to health and the blind woman down the street? She was the woman that drove me all the way here.”
“Woah! I guessed because you were so good to her and didn’t take any money from her after your services, but hearing you confirm it-it’s fascinating.”
He smiled in remembrance. “I was injured and on the road, begging for a lift from anybody. Everyone that drove past me drove fast away. People are scared to see a dirty, half-dead man all beaten and bruised, not so far from the palace.”
“They’d think you were a runaway prisoner, and they’ll get in trouble for helping you,” she added.
“Exactly.” He took a very long step forward, crossing a gutter. He whirled around and offered his hand, which Kamara held onto and crossed over too. She smiled in gratitude. He smiled back in acceptance.
They continued walking. “They all drove away. I was beginning to lose hope, like I was losing so much blood. I wasabout to die. But this old woman stood and drove me. She hid me in her cart, and we drove all the way here.”
“One of the reasons people call her a witch is because she’s able to drive anywhere, even though she’s as blind as a bat.”
“That baffles me too, but,” he shrugged, “I consider it a blessing for her. She’s doing so fine on her own.”
“And she has a hefty man now that will fight off anyone that tries to make her life miserable again.”
“And she also has a princess, too,” he added.
Kamara bobbed her head, smiling radiantly. “A princess who will fight her battles too because she’s in love with her hefty man.”
Callan’s cheeks turned ruby, and his steps faltered. He’d never get used to her saying those things to him. “I love you too.”
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
Dayson was the alpha of the largest pack in North America. Powerful figures from other packs sought to offer gorgeous girls as potential mates for Dayson. He steadfastly rejected these advances, he was not a pawn to be manipulated. But eventually there came a mysterious girl he could hardly say No. Who was she?