Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
Defeated, Vetta let go of his robe. More tears filled her eyes.
He palmed her cheek. “You are always allowed in the palace. You know that, right? And I will come and visit once in a longblue moon. This is not me letting my mistress go; this is me letting my friend heal. My family.”
“Am I? Y-your friend? F-family?” she asked in a small thin voice, like a child who’s scared to hope.
“You are. You, Baski, Chad. You all will always be my family, my friends. You are.”
A tiny bit of the bitterness and hatred in her heart left her. She felt better. Not all good, but better.
Vetta nodded her head at last, wiping her tears. “Okay.”
“Okay.” He nodded, too, and let go of her cheek.
She was still crying as she headed for the door, and her world crumbled at her feet.
With each step she took, memories of her filled him. Raped. Beaten. Mocked. Whipped. The woman that always went to extremes to protect him.
“Vetta?”
She turned and glanced at him.
He walked towards her, pulled her close and kissed her. It wasn’t a kiss of hunger, but a sweet gesture for her to hold onto while she finds herself in the world. A kiss was uncharted territory for her, she had no idea how to go about it, but she did respond. Pouring in her ugly heart and disfigured soul into that single action. Into that rope he was giving her which she was sure he would never give her again. She stood and poured everything into that memory he was creating for her.
“Thank you for giving me this memory,” she whispered when he pulled back. More burdens left her heart. She felt like a stitch was weaving together her battered heart.
“Take care of yourself, Anarieveta,” he said, then he stepped back. “Dargak.”
The door opened and the guard entered. The king nodded his head.
Dargak bobbed his, too, before he turned and led the mistress out of her bedroom. Out of the palace.
King Lucien stood afterward. Alone.
Late at night, Queen Danika couldn’t sleep. She wet her bed with tears, missing the king so much it was like a physical ache. And it hurt more than the pain in her back that refused to go away.
The door opened and Sally entered the bedroom. Seeing her princess crying, she walked towards her bed and sat on it. “Please, stop crying, my queen.”
“I can’t sleep. I miss him so much, Sally,” she whispered tearfully.
“I know you do, my queen.” She patted her back in consolation.
“And I can’t help but worry about him. Will he be able to go to sleep? Is he taking care of himself?” She shook her head. “I just don’t know, Sally.”
“I understand that you worry, my queen, but you won’t be able to do anything about it-at least not this night. All you can do is to take care of yourself and his child. Get enough sleep. And tomorrow? We will think again.”
“But I c-can’t sleep. The bed is so cold because he’s not in it!” Danika cried like a child. “My child has turned my belly to a football field; he’s kicking the devil out of me. I w-want my king. I want his arms around me. It’s so p-pathetic, but I want to sleep snuggled up in his arms, Sally. This bed is so c-cold!”
“Alright. How about I lie down with you? I’ll hold you, my queen. I’ll cuddle you so you can sleep?” Sally asked hopefully.
It only made Danika cry harder. “You’re all s-soft and small and feminine, but you don’t have his scent. I love you, Sally, but you’re not him!”
Sally didn’t go. Instead, she laid down on the bed beside her. And she was smiling. “I know I’m not him, but here I’ll still lend you myself, my princess.”
Danika snorted, but she let Sally lay down on the bed. Sally reached for a story book in her bed cabinet and withdrew it. Opening the book, she began reading stories to her-just like she always did when Danika was still a princess, and she, her personal maid.
The pregnant queen listened to the story-to the sound of her beloved friend’s voice. It took a long time, but eventually the tiredness overwhelmed Danika and she began feeling drowsy.
“Sally?” she called drowsily.
“Yes, my queen.”
“What next? What happens next?”
Sally watched her princess-queen-fall asleep. The question kept revolving in her head. Indeed, what happens next?
Only the future will answer that. She, herself, was curious to know the answer the future had for her queen… for her… for all of them….
Eight Weeks Later……”You have to be in court, Your Highness. Everyone is waiting for you.” Baski announced as she entered Queen Danika’s bedroom.
The thirty-three weeks pregnant queen was standing in front of the mirror in her expensive, extravagant royal gown made of the finest lace and silk, rich in velvet. The red and gold-colored luxurious tunic gown also contained embroidered lace and gems. Her long blonde hair wavy and styled and pulled down behind her back.
The queen looked so devastatingly beautiful-even in her condition-but she wasn’t happy.
She missed King Lucien with an intensity that was so terrifying, it remained indescribable.
As days go by, she misses him so badly that she has to cry herself to sleep in her cold empty bed most of the nights, unless Sally comes with her story parchments. She regrets running away from him that night they had a misunderstanding. She should have stayed and talked more sense into that hard-headed man. She should have tried to hold on to him more. To convince him more. She should have allowed him to touch her when he reached for her.
Two months without his touch was like being in hell without salvation. She had no idea how addicted she had become to his touch until it was no longer there. And now, her people wanted her to marry-to allow the touch of another man.
Revulsion. Repulsive. Just the thought of it. And yet it was about to happen.
“I don’t want to be forced to take a husband, Baski. You know that is what this meeting is all about,” she said miserably, still staring at her reflection in the long mirror.
“I also know that you’ve avoided this meeting at all cost for the past two months, and what else I DO know…is that it can no longer be avoided, my queen.” Baski was sad.
“How can they push an eight-month pregnant woman into marriage!? This is ridiculous! Are they even thinking at all?” She wanted no other man. And yet, the one she wanted was so out of reach now…
“They are, my queen. It would have been ridiculous if the woman wasn’t a queen, but unfortunately, she is.”
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