Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
Maybe she should eat just a little bite.
What if Danika poisoned it!? You hate her so much, and she hates you just as much! You can’t eat something she brought; she is Cone’s daughter!
her mind yelled at her.
“No! Never!! I’m not touching it!” she hissed, hot breath puffing out of her nose.
Slowly, time bled by. Vetta’s hunger only worsened. Baski hasn’td come. She found herself crawling towards the pie-just a little bite.
Don’t touch that pie! Remember who brought it!?her mind yelled at her.
Just a little.
Vetta reached the pie, picked it up, and unwrapped it…
Baski beat herself up for being so busy all day as she walked towards the consultation room. There was a recruit of new palace workers, so she had a lot to do.
It was late at night now. Only an hour ago, she got enough time to go to the kitchen and sneak out a huge meal for Vetta. She’d taken it to her in the dungeon before returning to the kitchen and cooking chicken broth herself for Danika.
As usual, the pregnant woman made a huge fuss because she had no interest in eating broth, but in the end, she’d eat it anyway while cussing her and creating so much fuss.
Afterwards, Baski made her bed for her and they’d said goodnight. She had just returned to her bedroom when the guards told her that the king had summoned her to the consultation room.
Why the consultation room? It’s late at night; shouldn’t he be in his bed chambers?
Why was he summoning her by this time of the night? What could be so important? So pressing?
Standing in front of the consultation room, she knocked on the door. “I’m here, my king.” Her voice accompanied the sound.
A pause.
“Come in,” his voice came through.
She walked through the door and closed it. “You sent for me, Your Highness.”…
Why the consultation room? Baski asked herself. It was late at night; shouldn’t he be in his bed chambers?
Why as he summoning her by this time of the night? What could be so important? So pressing?
Standing in front of the consultation room, she knocked on the door. “I’m here, my king.” Her voice accompanied the sound.
A pause.
“Come in,” his voice came through.
She walked through the door and closed it. “You sent for me, Your Highness.”
“I want to free Danika,” the king announced from the fur chair he was seated on.
For a full minute, Baski couldn’t process the words. Just like those moments when a sentence you’ve always wanted to hear but know it is impossible is hauled at you.
“W-what?” No. She must have misheard his words. She couldn’t have heard him correctly.
He got up. Hands behind him, the king walked towards the window of the room and overlooked the dark night. “I have been thinking about it a lot. I decided that it’s time I let her go. I am freeing her from slavery.”
“Oh, my heavens!” Shaky hands covered her mouth and tears filled her eyes. Indeed, she heard him correctly. “You’re freeing Danika!?”
“Yes. I made the decision a week ago. I am merely implementing it now. I already sent out the message. On the morrow, the kings will be here. I will uncollar her.”
Baski rushed towards him and hugged him from behind. He flinched. She didn’t mind. She didn’t let go.
“Thank you so, so much, Lucien. Thank you so much. Thank you for letting go of your ultimate hate for Cone. Thank you for seeing Danika’s heart and sincerity. Thank you so much for taking the greatest step in recovery…which is letting go. I’m so happy for all of us,” she gasped, clutching him tight.
His eyes didn’t stray from the night’s clouds. His heart was too heavy for words. “I will always hate and boil for Cone, Baski. I do not think I can ever unhate that man. If that is what healing means, then I’m afraid I’m still so far away.”
“No.” Her head shook against his back vigorously. “No, you have every right to hate that monster. I hate him too, Chad does-not to mention Vetta. But I’m so happy that yousee Danika. You really dosee her for who she really is. She isnothing like her father.”
“I do see. What I see has my heart and mind in tangles, Baski. I do not know if what I see, is what I should really see. Or I see what circumstances and an instinctive sense of survival made her to be. Or I see what I want to see.”
Baski was lost. “What do you mean?”
He pulled away from her. Just a slight move indicating this request for space and Baski let him go immediately, taking two steps back.
“I…” He had never been a master when it came to explaining himself. His mouth snapped shut.
“It doesn’t matter, my king. I’m sure everything will be fine. What matters is that you’re releasing her from slavery! She will stay here as a free person and give birth to the baby as a free-“
“She will not be staying,” he said calmly.
Baski paused and snorted. “Of course she’ll be staying, and she will be so happy! She-“
“I am giving her back her rightful place, Baski. Being a free person does not cut it for a royalty,” he stated matter-of-factly. “I will make her a queen.”
A queen?
Baski’s mouth was ready to shriek in sheer happiness, but her heart became heavy. “No, my king. She can’t ascend Mombana’s throne! Not now!”
“She can. It is required of her.”
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