Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
“That idiot of yours that works the mines is as stupid as they come. She can’t understand a damn thing to save her life!” he growled angrily, referring to Sally.
Having worked in mines and trained slaves all his life, he easily overpowered Danika. He threw her to the ground and caged her with his large, dirty, sweaty body.
“I’ll tell the king about this if you do anything to me!” she threatened.
He laughed. “As if he’d ever believe a useless bitch like you, over fifty slaves in the mine who’d swear that I’ve been there all day.”
Danika opened her mouth to scream, but he tightened his hand in her hair and pulled her hard. She yelped at the burning pain of strands of hair pulling from her scalp.
“Just make one noise, I dare you. I’ll beat you black and blue, do what I want, and still kill you here and bury you.” He smirked wickedly. “No one will know, and no one will miss you!”
Danika snapped her mouth shut while he tore at her clothes. He squeezed her breasts roughly as he struggled to tear her petticoat to bare her body to him.
“Stop touching me! Leave me alone!” Her back hurt where he laid her on the hard ground.
“Shut up, bitch!” He struck her hard on the face.
No. She didn’t go out today to be treated this way. Danika quickly thought of every fight defense she learned while reading ‘The Adventures of Xena’. She targeted between his legs and channeled all her energy to her knee and kicked him hard. He howled like a dog, jerking away from her immediately.
Danika took the opening, shooting up from the ground. She grabbed the big wooden plank and raised it high above her head, then hit him on the head. She didn’t give him time to recover; she hit him again and again and again.
“You donot put your filthy hands on me!” she screamed tearfully and angrily as she continued to hit him.
Danika made sure he lay motionless on the ground before she threw her weapon away and ran as fast as she could.
EYES: THE DOOR TO A BETTER WORLD
In the evening, Danika was in her room when the maids knocked and extracted her. They said it was the king’s orders that they should take her to the royal dressing room.
While they bathed her and clothed her, she wondered what was happening. The only time this had happened was the night she bedded the king for the first time.
Why was she having a royal bath?
But when the outer clothing she’d wear was brought out, Danika swallowed tightly because she knew.
Slaves wore that outfit on a specific occasion. The Mask Festival.
The Mask Festival was a something that happened every year in all the kingdoms. People that attended the festival wore a mask on their faces. They did it to honor the traditional god no one sees.
If The Mask Festival was happening in Salem, that could only mean that a lot of kings would be coming. She swallowed again.
A gathering of kings was never a good thing for slaves. Especially unwilling slaves.
They dressed Danika in a petticoat and long corset gown. In front of the mirror, they styled her hair and clipped hernails. They put makeup on, and it concealed the red mark from Karandy’s slap.
Finally, they were done. Danika stared into the mirror and saw traces of the princess she used to be staring back at her.
“The king is waiting,” one of the older maids said to her.
Her eyes found her bangle on the nightstand. The gold glistening bangle screamed royalty, and it was priceless. She had the urge to wear it.
You’re no longer a princess, Danika.
She looked away from the jewelry, got up and walked out of the dressing room towards the king’s chambers.
When she got to his bedroom, a guard there informed her that the king was not there, but in the bedroom at the end of the hallway. She thanked the guard and started down the hallway.
At the door, her heart was already beating out of her chest. She knocked once and waited.
“Come in,” the deep voice she hadn’t heard in three noon days came through.
Danika opened the door and entered the unfamiliar room. She took a brief look around.
An enormous bed sat in the center of the room, an old flower in a flowerpot was on the windowsill, and a wooden lantern at the nightstand. The room screamed royalty, but it also screamed barrenness. Obviously, someone hadn’t been in this room in ages.
The king stood in front of the wall beside the bed, his hands behind his back as he stared up at the wall. He was dressed in his formal wear.
As Danika walked further into the bedroom, she saw it wasn’t just a wall. It was a painting of a man sitting on a throne.
The king’s father,her mind whispered to her as she stared at the painting.
Danika’s mouth dropped in awe. The painting was that of a man older than King Lucien, but the resemblance was striking.
She walked up and stood several feet behind him. He hadn’t acknowledged her presence anyway, so she waited for him, saying nothing.
“He fought for a lot when he was still alive,” he spoke at last, surprising her. “When the fight for the end of slavery proved difficult, he focused on abolishing some of the animalistic laws in the kingdoms.”
Danika bit her lips and said nothing. This topic was uncomfortable, and she suddenly wished she was anywhere else instead of this place. Her father killed this king. Danika was very sure that the conversation wouldn’t end well for her.
“King Sebah sided with him in court and a few other kings. He was almost near to achieving that mission, but then King Sebah died.”
Danika closed her eyes tight before opening them. King Sebah was her grandfather. She never knew him because she was still a child when he died.
“And then King Cone took over. He hated the cause and always disputed it in court. My father kept fighting for it, no matter how much Cone hated it. And then,” He paused a bit. “Cone killed him and his family, took his throne, took his son and his people into slavery.”
He finally turned and stared at her, his face expressionless.
Danika said nothing, just stared at the floor. She wanted desperately to apologize, but somehow, she knew he wouldn’t appreciate that. A memory tugged in her mind about that night.
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