Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
His eyes caressed her face greedily. Now that he thinks of it, it was a wonder that he was able to stay away from her for eight weeks. How would he stay away after tonight?
“Your back?” he asked, curbing those thoughts as best as he could.
She pulled away and presented him with her back. In the silence that followed, he undid the ropes holding her nightie together until the gown parted to reveal a creamy white back.
He climbed to his knees, removed the balm from the table, and mixed it with the herb cream. With the focus and concentration he used to perform all his duties, he began massaging her back.
It felt so good. Queen Danika couldn’t help moaning her contentment. His strong hands worked like magic, and he knew the exact place to apply pressure.
He didn’t stop at her back. He extended his healing hands down to her waists, her hips, and then, her belly.
“It feels so wonderful,” she admitted with a moan.
“It will relieve the pain. I will give Baski instructions on how to apply this on you every night. Our baby growing inside you is enough heaviness without the extra pains.”
It reminded her all over again that he would leave her in the morning. Tears burned the back of her eyes. She blinked hard to make sure they didn’t make it to her eyes.
This night was enough for her. It had to be.
She wanted to do more with him.-to make all moments of this night count.
He re-tied her ropes when he finished. She turned towards him. “It’s a beautiful night. Let’s go for a walk. Get some fresh air.”
He hesitated.
This is Mombana’s palace. Every part of this palace holds a terrible memory for him. Even when he took over this kingdom, he never came back to it after he stepped past its borders. Walking this land meant raw pain for him. The memories would be unbearable.
He didn’t want to stroll the palace. His reason was there in his eyes. Danika’s heart squeezed in her chest. She’d almost forgotten…
“It’s okay. We can stay here,” she rushed out, feeling his pain. “I’m so sorry for even suggesting-“
He took her hand into his. “It is okay. Fresh air seems nice, Dani.”
“Y-you will walk?” Her eyes searched his pained blue eyes.
“I do not want to,” he admitted. “But if you desire it, then I will walk with you.”
The tears she’s been battling filled her eyes then. Danika took a vow then. Before this night is over, she will do her best to replace the bad memories of his palace with new ones she will make with him.
Her new memories might not be enough to battle nightmares created for ten years, but she will give it her best shot.
“Alright, let’s go,” she whispered, squeezing her hand in his…
The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky, the blanket of stars stretched to infinity.
Danika kept true to her vow. As she led him around the palace of Mombana, she tried to hold a conversation with him. They talked about little things while the night air caressed their bodies, stars moving with them in the sky.
Her eyes were tuned to him. Anywhere that held a bad remembrance for him would show in the way his jaw clenched and his eyes went darker. So she told him stories of her younger days to distract him, of her adventures in the palace with Sally.
With time, he became very interested in her exciting, adventurous stories, his mind less attuned to his environment. Even as they passed the cellar where her father likes making slaves work until their backs begin to peel off, he didn’t pay much attention to it because he was engrossed in her stories.
It was beautiful. The walk was going great. The tightness in Danika’s chest disappeared, replaced with a radiant smile as she went deeper into her tales, telling him how she used to sneak away from her room the first day her father grounded her.
They walked away from the palace grounds through the woods. The guards on night duty patrolling bowed their heads as they saw their pregnant queen and the strong king of Salem out for a walk at midnight. Their eyes held a glimpse of curiosity because both did not seem to have much hatred between them asthey all believed. But it was not of their concern, so they bowed and went about their ways.
The couple was so carried away they walked along the long route through the woods and arrived at the small River Sole. That was when he came to a stop all of a sudden for the first time.
“What is the matter?” But she already knew the matter, even before the words left her mouth completely. The complete change in his composure said it all.
A muscle ticked in his forehead, and his eyes zeroed in on one spot before the stream. “River Sole. I know this place. Vetta’s body was forcefully taken with sexual pleasures from here by Cone’s guards while he watched and laughed. And forced me to watch too…to listen to her screams…since she was taking my punishment for me.”
Danika’s heart went through her stomach. Her mouth became an entity of speechlessness.
His eyes left that spot to zero in on the tree behind her. “I was whipped there. Fifty strokes of a hot whip cooked on fire. Then I was ordered to face-fuck Chad while he watched.”
“What!?” she gasped in horror.
“Cone was a heartless, kinky hellhound.” His eyes darkened. Sometimes, he wondered why he had just killed the man. He should have kept him alive and made him suffer. But his rage towards that son-of-an-elf had been too great for him to think straight at that time.
“By the Gods.” Her hands covered her mouth, and she turned and looked at the palm tree itself. It was a familiar tree she had played around when she was younger. Suddenly, that palm tree was no longer as beautiful as she always thought it was.
Danika pushed the realization firmly away. If both of them saw ugliness, who would teach the king to see the beauty of River Sole again?
“I remember thinking this place was very beautiful the first day I saw it in the middle of hard labor.” His eyes clouded. “Ten years later, there is no beauty in this place.”
“The mistress has so much hatred in her heart for me.” Danika lowered her head. “In the end, I only know glimpses of why she is the way she is.”
His eyes went back to that first spot. “Vetta changed completely. But in the end, that girl is still inside her-the one that was buried under the bricks of the hard life of ten years in barbaric slavery. All you have to do is call her name-her real name-for that girl to come crying forward from her cage.”
Danika took a minute to assimilate his words. Somehow, she felt that remembering these words would be important to her in the future.
“How did we get here, Danika?” the king asked softly, looking around with eyes filled with the past. “Let’s go back.”
But she couldn’t allow them to go like that. The king was already on his way out when her hand shot out and grabbed his. He swiveled his head to look at her without turning.
“We’re already here, my king. Why not enjoy the view? Look at the scenery above the water. Isn’t it beautiful?” she whispered.
“I do not see the beauty in this place, Danika. I only see the horrors it holds,” he stated firmly, tension radiating from him.
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