Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
“I want to p-push so badly…but I…can’t!” Tears streamed down Danika’s cheeks as she panted. “Baski! I have to…wait for Baski…” Pause. “Can’t do…it alone.”
Vetta glanced at her face through heavy-lidded eyes. “You are the…strongest woman…I have ever met. You are what he…needs. A fighter, a healer, a queen and a saint…wrapped in one person. You must feel heavy… How do you get around carrying all that weight?”
The contraction was passing and it was leaving Danika very exhausted. She smiled through her tears. “I don’t know…what you’re talking about. The only weight…I carry…that is very overwhelming is my child inside…me. My waist is on fire.” Then she raised the wooden cup again to Vetta’s mouth. “Here, drink this one.”
Vetta drank obediently, emptying the bitter contents before Danika set the cup aside. The mistress was becoming too weak. It wasn’t looking good at all. New tears filled the queen’s eyes because she knew. But she kept hugging Vetta to her chest. “You will be fine. You will be fine. You will be fine,” she mumbled repeatedly.
“I appreciate that… you’re trying to save me…but all this is f-futile. I will d-“
“Don’t say that! Don’t ever say that!” Tears left Danka’s eyes in massive waves because the mistress was indeed dying.
Vetta kept silent, her breathing becoming more shallow. Already, she could feel the numbness of death coming from her legs upwards. “I-I’m sorry…for h-hating you all this while. I-I’m so s-sorry…you didn’t deserve it.”
“Please, stop talking. Saved your strength, please!” Danika cried.
More tears blurred Vetta’s eyes. “Take care of him, Danika.” Her voice a mere whisper this time around. “Don’t ever h-hurt him. Don’t ever…stop loving him. My soul… will haunt you…if you ever leave him.”
“No, please.” Danika shook her head. “I will never leave him. Ever. You…will not die, but if you do…I want your soul to rest in peace!” she cried in broken sobs. “I want your soul…to have the peace this world…never gave you.”
Vetta’s breath made soft shuddering sounds of a car about to halt. Yet, she still managed. “If I happen to make it…to a good place-which I doubt so much-I will look after him from up there. I will look after his son too.” She paused. “And I’ll look after you. You have…to be alive…so that he can keep being…happy. So that his…son will never lack.” She smiled wearily. “Yes, I have…to protect you too.”
Her words touched Danika deeply, making her cry harder. “Oh, Anarieveta. I’m so sorry.”
Vetta’s dying heart warmed at those words. Then she buried her face in Danika’s blossom and kissed the pregnant woman’s chest.
A kiss of forgiveness-a kiss that said goodbye.
“I forgive…you, Danika.” Shuddering breaths. “I…forgive you, Your Highness.”
With that, her breath evened out. Her body lost all strength.
Danika started screaming. Her pain was intertwined now. The pain of labor and the pains of watching death take Anarieveta away. “No, no, no…please!
“
Just then, her door burst open.
King Lucien and Chad hurried inside.
Followed by a crying Baski and a sobbing Sally.
Followed by the royal medicine man and troops of his trainees. So many medicine people.
There were two emergencies.
But they were already too late for one….
Their eyes widened in horror at the sight of Queen Danika’s bedroom. And itwas a sight of horror.
A dead man, Coza, laid on the floor at one side of the bedroom. Vetta was cushioned in the arms of a heavily pregnant queen whose face was bathed in sweat and tears, her eyes holding indescribable pain. There was blood everywhere.
“S-save her. Please!” Danika cried as they entered the bedroom. Sobs racked her throat.
“Where’s the medicine man!?” King Lucien barked then as he rushed towards his queen. “Get to work with your disciples and apprentices! Take the queen to Baski’s bedroom, now!”
“Yes, Your Highness!”
Everyone exploded into actions. Baski and Sally were crying as they hurried towards the queen.
“Sorry. So sorry!” The two women wouldn’t stop crying as they held their queen, who was still cradling Vetta in her arms. Their cries escalated when they saw the state of the former mistress.
Just then, another painful contraction seized Danika. So painful, she screamed out in agony.
King Lucien rushed to and cradled her shoulders. “Dearling, my dearling.”
“Vetta…” Danika gasped, shaking her head miserably.
“I’ll take her. I’ll take her,” the king said placatingly. “Let me take her, Danika. Allow the medicine men to take care of you, please.” He added when he saw how she was resisting their advances. “Please.”
“Okay, okay,” she agreed in between painful, anguished pants at his pleadings. Finally, her arms loosened around Vetta.
“Chad,” the king ordered.
“Yes, Your Majesty.” He rushed forward and lifted the queen into his arms. When she wrapped her arms around his neck, he hurried out in a gentle but fast run out of the blood-filled bedroom.
Guilt filled Chad. He’d searched for his wife and Baski all over the kingdom, but he wasn’t able to find them. When he finally met a maid that told him that she saw the women out in the field collecting dry leaves for new herbs, he rushed out to the field in search of them but was held up on the battlefield.
Too many enemies coming on to him at the same time had delayed him.
When they were out of sight, King Lucien finally turned his eyes back to the woman in his arms. Looking all over her teary face and the sword embedded deep into her bloody belly, his heart was too heavy for words.
“Vetta.” His hand caressed her face. She was too still. Too quiet. His hand shook. “Anarieveta…”
Two medicine men hovered over him, staring sadly at the woman he carried. The king looked absolutely devastated.
“What did you do, dammit?” He hugged her to him then. Tears filled his eyes. Seeing the bastard who laid dead on the floor and how Danika had held her when he entered the bedroom, his head placed bits and pieces together, forming a picture in his head of what happened there.
“Please, Vetta. Don’t leave. Not now. You have survived a lot, don’t do this! Not now!” he ordered in a raw voice, doing his bestto be strong but it was too hard. The tears wouldn’t stop coming. He couldn’t stop holding her so tight. This is pain. A painful pain.
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