Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
“Are you sure this is what you want to do, King Lucien? Give her back her family’s throne?” King Phillip asked curiously.
King Moreh and King Pasih were not looking happy about this development at all.
King Lucien overlooked them and stared at King Phillip. “I already gave it,” he replied smoothly. He turned away from Danika and walked back to his throne and sat.
“But she has been a slave for more than a year. It will be hard for her to fall into the role of a queen…especially in her condition,” King Zeba stated.
“She has been a princess for twenty-two years. It wouldn’t be so hard, not when it comes naturally.” He paused. “I’ve been there.”
The kings seemed to think about it, and then they nodded their heads. Then all of them turned and stared at the newqueen. They were waiting for her to say something-anything at all.
Danika was overwhelmed with many feelings. She stood there in the middle, staring at everyone in the face. King Lucien’s words were ringing in her ears overs and over again.
She was no longer a slave. No more getting whipped. No more being treated like dirt.
She allowed herself to glance at everyone through her blurry eyes. Then her breath hitched as her brown eyes found the backseats-familiar faces. All of them. The people of Mombana. Her people. Her people were invited. Her people were here.
Memories flooded her of all those times she used to sneak away from the palace to the marketplaces and fun places. She knew these people and they knew her. They were smiling towards her. They were happy to have her as their queen. She could still remember when she was first made a slave.
She had sleepless nights always wondering how her people were. How were they coping? Were they slaves? Were they eating right? She’d wondered all those things. Now, here they are. So many familiar faces that weren’t looking at her with hatred in their eyes.
Finally, her throat worked and her mouth opened. Danika raised her hand palm-out in greeting. “Hail servants, fellows, lords and kings!” she shouted in a slightly trembling voice. “My name is Danika! And I am the new queen of Mombana!”
Cheerful shouts erupted in the court.
Sounds of so many hands clapping filled the air.
Noblemen, servants, slaves and kings all rose from their seats.
“Long lives the queen! Long lives the queen!! Long lives the queen!!!” they all shouted.
Tears of joy. Danika was doing her very best to control her tears of happiness.
A free woman? A queen? Of all the ways she thought this day would be good, she never thought of this.
“Our queen is in plain clothes! It’s unacceptable!” one happy voice shouted from the back.
“Yes! Change her clothes; she needs the royal garment!” Another voice.
So many voice chorused positively. So many heads nodding.
“Well, she does need a change of clothes,” King George admitted in a congratulatory smile.
Other kings smiled their approval. King Moreh and King Pasih grumbled begrudgingly, forcing their own smiles. They’d expected something else while coming to Salem’s court. Theynever expected that it would be the uncollaring and coronation of Cone’s daughter. King Moreh was even eagerly expecting another introduction. He would have gone well to take pleasure from Cone’s daughter again-she’d tasted greatly before. But it was not an introduction. He hissed his regret under his breath.
“I hope you prepared a coronation gown, King Lucien? The new queen needs to change,” King Noir extended with a smile towards Danika.
She returned the smile with one of gratitude, her head still reeling. She was no longer a slave? She would not birth her child as a slave?
“Of course,” King Lucien stated, his face unreadable. “Baski,” he called.
Baski walked out then and took Danika’s hand. She led her behind the barricade.
Few minutes later, they got out behind barricade. Danika was….transformed. She wore a white and gold ballgown that held her upper body, complimenting her plump breasts then went loose below them, covering but emphasizing at the same time her pregnancy. She looked magnificent.
Like a queen. Like a beautiful, pregnant queen.
Echoes of awe and cheerfulness erupted in the crowd.
“Long lives the queen! Long lives the queen!! Long lives the queen!!!” they all shouted.
“And now, let the coronation ceremony begin!!!” King Zeba shouted to the crowd.
Danika’s eyes was still brimming with tears. Her head still in the clouds. All the facts and meanings hadn’t dawned on her yet, just the basics.
She’s no longer a slave.
She’s now a queen to her people.
No more being whipped.
No more being treated like dirt.
She will not birth her child, bring her child into his wicked world, as a slave.
Sally was sad. She stared at her husband, who was making a fire in the kitchen. Her heart felt heavy with burden.
Wasn’t it time she got pregnant? This question bothered her greatly. Sally had been in marriage with her husband for five months now. Shouldn’t she be with his child now?
Am I a barren woman?
Tears burned the back of her eyes and she sniffled.
Chad heard the familiar sound and swiveled his head in her direction. The relaxation of his face was replaced by sadness immediately. He left the woods and walked to her. “My dear wife. Don’t.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she rushed out. “I shouldn’t be doing this. I just can’t help myself.”
He took her small hands into his. “I just want you to be happy, dear wife. Your increasing sadness every day hurts me immensely. The days we spend together are the best days of my life-the happiest days. We will have a child when the time is right.”
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?