Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
That letter kept worrying her, and she had no idea why.
“Stop worrying, my queen! Come and catch the football with Corna and me!” Remeta shrieked in happiness, interrupting her thoughts.
Danika stared at the happy girl; she couldn’t help smiling back. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
Remeta left the ball for Corna and walked closer to her. The girl took her wrist and began making efforts to urge her to her feet. Danika rose reluctantly, allowing Remeta to pull her up.
“Everything will be fine, my queen. Everything will be fine,” Remeta lectured.
She needed to talk to, and Baski was very busy with the maids. “There’s a message the king wrote the night before. I have never seen him as sad as the moments it took him to scribble down on that scroll. It makes me worry what the contents of that letter might be. Is he having a problem in the court? Is it a problem with the petitions…about the slaves? Or…” she couldn’t bring herself to talk about the uneasy feeling she had been having in the past few weeks. “I’m just uneasy,” she finished with a low breath.
Remeta knew nothing about this message. She only smiled at her queen. “Do not worry yourselves unnecessarily, my queen. You’re so good for the king, but he can take care of himself too.”
“You’re right.”
“Yes. So let go of the worry and allow us to play with the prince! He is very unhappy that you’re not letting him play!” She giggled.
As if on cue, a kick shot against her rib. She gasped and palmed her belly. Remeta only laughed harder. Corna came closer, laughing too. He took Danika’s other wrist, and they began urging her to the spot they called the playing field.
“Alright. Alright.” Danika conceded defeat, her worry disappearing and replaced with happiness.
Everything would be fine. She took comfort in Remeta’s words…
Kamara’s eyes widened in horror. He hasn’t house arrested her in ages because he knew how much she hated it. “Please, Father, I’m sorry!” she cried.
“This madness of yoursmust stop!” he barked as the door opened. Three guards entered and bowed to their king.
“Take the princess to her bedroom. She is not to step foot outside of it until I command otherwise.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
King Valendy stormed out of the room with angry footsteps.
Mistress Donna watched the scene that played out in front of her with a smile on her face. It is a very interesting scene, seeing the proud and mighty Kamara crying and pleading on her knees. Seeing the very doting father and powerful king that hangs on every word his daughter said, disbelieving and angry at his daughter. And now she got house arrest.
Her cheeks stretched into a smile. That means she’d be out of her way for the next few days. She’d be able to convince the king to make her head concubine.
Kamara had always been the obstacle in her way. Not anymore. She was…
A hot slap sounded on her cheek, drawing her abruptly from her victorious thoughts.
“You evil bitch!” Kamara whispered in sheer hatred.
Donna’s hand palmed her cheek, and she gasped in shock when it dawned on her that Kamara had just slapped her.
“Howdare you!
How dare you slap me!?” she boiled in rage. And before she could come to terms with the first slap, Kamara gave her a second. This one hotter and louder than the first. She made a sound of rage and attacked Kamara.
In the sixty seconds it took before the guards forcefully separated them and held them both, Donna was only able to yank on Kamara’s long hair, tearing a few of the strands from the root. But Kamara didn’t only tear off the strands of her hair too. She attacked her squarely and gave her three fierce, angry beatings before the guards intervened.
“How dare you put your hands on me! You little shit!” Donna spat, struggling to be free from the guard’s hold, but it was futile.
Her face and upper body hurt badly like she had been attacked by a tiger.
“You just pray that my father does not torture Callan,
Mistress.” Kamara spat the last word. “You just hope he?doesn’t
because I will make sure you regret it. I will make this place a living hell for you. Mark. My. Words.” She enunciated each word with deceptive calmness.
Fear came over Donna. It was the first time she saw Kamara in this way. The princess physically attacked her, and if not for the guards… Donna shuddered.. “I will tell your father about this! You are already in trouble with him, and you have the guts to slap me!? To attack me physically!? I will deal with you, Kamara!”
“My father is the only strength you have; you are nothing but a weakling. My father’s whore,” Kamara hissed, pulling free of the guard’s hold. She took a step closer to Donna. “No matter what you do, he will remain my father, and you will remain his whore, Donna. He will always love me much more than he cares to put his manly part inside you.”
The mistress blanched. Shame and rage became one. She had never been so insulted in her whole life. Kamara had never been so insulting.
Donna whipped her head to the guards. “You heard it all, didn’t you all!? You heard the insults and beatings the princess gave to me!? You will be my witnesses! I will not let this go!”
Kamara’s fierce eyes found the guards. “Did you hear anything!?” Glancing at all of them one after another, hands on her hips, she yelled. “Did you hear anything!?”
“No, my princess!” They didn’t hesitate to shout back the reply. “We heard nothing!”
She smiled smugly at the mistress, saying nothing. The guards were trained not to ‘hear’ or ‘see’ anything they weren’tsupposed to hear or see. Also, they had no liking for the head mistress.
Then the smile disappeared. Anger replaced it. “You just pray my father does not torture him, Donna. For hell with hath more fury on your head!”
With that, Kamara allowed the guards to lead her out of the king’s chambers. Her head held high, her footsteps stormed like fury on the floor as she matched out.
Donna stood there with her mouth gaping wide open.
Vetta screamed repeatedly. She closed her eyes, and she could see Coza. He was leering at her body again. He’s going to hurt her! He’s going to hurt her! She screamed again, palming her head to stern the voices in her head. They were too much! Too much!
An hour later, she was back in control a little. Her belly repeatedly growled in hunger. Vetta moaned miserably, clutching her stomach. Her eyes stared hungrily at the wrapped pies at the other end of the room.
She wouldn’t eat them. No, she wouldn’t.
But she was so weak. Hunger was gnawing at her insides like several worms eating at her.
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