Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
While they all smiled at seeing Sally, they frowned with loathing whenever they saw Danika. Some would even snarl, “The monster’s daughter!” at her.
Danika, already used to the looks and comments, just bowed a bit in greeting and continued down the path in her measured steps, her head held high.
“Have a nice day, Mama!” Sally said to the woman as she skidded away happily in front of her princess.
When Sally was way ahead of Danika, she turned back. “The day is looking so bright, my princess!” she called out happily.
Danika faltered in her steps because she remembered Sally used to tell her that. This is what it was like back in theirkingdom whenever she sneaked them past the guards and go for a walk.
Sally, dancing and skidding around in front of her. Telling her stories and making her laugh. She’d always go ahead of her, turn back, and shout, “The day is looking so bright, my princess!”
The memories and the present made Danika smile. She answered the same way she always answered. “The only person brightening the day is you, Sally.”
Sally grinned and slid down the path again. Danika followed her, and the smile remained on her face.
Vetta stood at the top of the building ahead of them, staring at the pair with hatred and anger.
What was Danika’s personal maid doing here? And how the hell did she get in?.
SOME THINGS CAN NEVER BE FORGOTTEN
Sally and Danika arrived at the mines, and the other slaves were happy to see Sally. Danika didn’t know how her former personal maid established such a good relationship with these people. She seemed to be the only slave the people of Salem loved wholeheartedly.
“Let’s not stand around looking like lazy as dummies! Come on, everyone! Get back to work!” Karandy ordered as he came into view. Everyone went right back to work. His eyes darted to Danika. “You. Follow me! We’re going to have a conversation privately!”
Danika’s heart skipped three beats. She didn’t need this now. She was barely recovered from the things the king had done to her five moon-nights ago.
Karandy was still waiting for her to give him permission so that he could use her body for his carnal satisfaction whenever or however he wanted.
“But I have to work the mines,” Danika tried to protest. She didn’t want to be alone with him.
“Oh, you’ll still work the mines. Make no mistake about that,Priiiiincess!” His hand shot out, and he took her arm forcefully. “But first, we’re going to have that conversation!” As he draggedher forward, Danika shrugged her arm away from his grip, then walked right behind him in defeat. Karandy faced forward and breathed out triumphantly. He needed five minutes with her, just for now.
The chief maid, Baski, had brought orders from the king that no one should disturb his slave several days ago, and because of that, the former princess hadn’t worked the mines and he hadn’t seen her in five days. But now she was there, and he longed for a bit of privacy. The kings can’t be the only person sampling such beauty. He could get a taste and the king wouldn’t know.
Karandy was surprised when he turned behind him to see another slave following closely beside Danika. The new slave was walking with them. Karandy stopped short. “Who are you!? Get back to the working site!” he snarled.
The slave blinked in confusion. “But you just said you needed to talk with us.”
“Us!? I never said anything about us!” he barked angrily. “I need to speak with this slave.” He pointed at Danika.
Sally truly looked confused. “But the princess and I are a pack… pack-” She was thinking hard on the word. She was very sure her princess had taught her about it, but she had forgotten.
“Package deal.” Danika provided the words for her, grateful that Sally was coming through for her. But she was scared because Sally might get in trouble with the cruel slave trainer.
Sally nodded with a smile. “Oh, yes. The princess and I are a package deal.”
Karandy turned and glared at the new slave. “Get back and go work with the others! Now!”
“But surely, I’m n-not going to cause any trouble. You can always say anything you want-“
“Now!” he barked again.
Danika turned to an obviously flustered Sally. Her eyes pleaded with her former personal maid. She didn’t want
Karandy to hurt her. Sally didn’t like how the man was staring at her princess’s body so hungrily. She had been a slave long enough to know that look well.
Instead of listening to Danika’s unspoken pleas, Sally lifted her chin towards Karandy. “I’m her personal slave, and the king said I should report her every movement to him,” she lied.
Karandy arched his brow. “Who made you her personal slave!?”
“The king. That’s why he made me a new slave. You know that she’s the king’s slave, and the special ones sometimes get a personal slave.”
Karandy gritted his teeth in anger.
The brat is her personal slave? This will make it difficult to get time alone with her, dammit.
He thought of his options for a moment and dismissed them both begrudgingly, glaring at the princess’s back as she walked away with her personal slave. The wait made him furious.
Then he smiled. He’d just have to bombard the brat with loads and loads of work and send her on a lot of errands, too.
The door opened, and Vetta walked into the king’s chambers. The personal slave she saw with Danika still troubled her.
Why would the king allow the girl in? Surely, it wasn’t because he wanted to do that monster’s daughter a favor!
King Lucien wasn’t within sight, but Vetta saw the adjoining door of his room was open, so she knew he must be in his library.
Even as a slave, the king loved to read a lot and write, too. Vetta had tried learning the previous, but it was too difficult.
Slaves had no business reading and writing, but now that she was a mistress-the only mistress who owned a king-she should be able to do so.
Unfortunately, it was not so easy.
Vetta entered the adjoining room, and there the king sat in a chair, reading a book. The book was about plantations and how to keep a land flourishing.
“You didn’t announce your presence,” the king said without taking his eyes away from the book.
“I’m so sorry about that, my king,” she drawled, coming towards him. She rounded his back and caressed his cheek.
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