Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
A pause.
“A slave?” she added.
“Royalty,” he stated.
Then he walked past her towards the door. “Let’s go. It’s time.”
MY PRINCESS
Sally had just returned from the mines and entered the slave quarters, but hadn’t gotten to their bedroom when she started hearing rumors.
First, today was the Mask Festival, and not only that but this year’s festival also would be celebrated in the royal court of Salem.
Why choose Salem out of the twelve kingdoms?
As she walked, Sally heard more rumors. Maids formed little circles to gossip. Sally didn’t mind at all, but when she heard ‘slave princess,’ she stopped suddenly and faced the group of three maids.
“What’s happening? What happened to the slave princess?” she asked, already scared that something might have happened.
One maid turned to her and leaned closer, lowering her voice. “Nothing for sure, but we heard that the Mask Festival is also an introduction for the slave princess.”
Sally’s heart raced right out of her chest. “In-introduction? Another one?”
“Yes. Apparently, the kingdoms Danika’s father hurt one way or another also want a piece of her. They want to hurt her badly.” The maid giggled.
Sally felt anger and disgust at the maid’s happiness, but the maid was the least of her problems. She ran to their bedroom,and when the princess wasn’t, she knew everything they were saying was true!
“Oh, Creator! Oh, Creator!” she exclaimed as she ran as much as she could to the dressing room.
Two maids were there cleaning. “Please, wh-where’s the slave princess?” she asked breathlessly.
“She’s been dressed. I think she’ll be in court with the king now,” one of them replied.
But Sally was barely listening. Her eyes were on the priceless bangle of her princess sitting on the nightstand. Tears filled Sally’s eyes. She blinked them back, still staring at the glistening diamond.
The Mask Festival.
Sally had witnessed how the introduction and that festival worked. She knew the methods, starting from the unmasking.
Those kings wanted to kill her princess. They wanted to destroy her princess.
She turned to one of the maids. “Which costume w-was she putting on?”
The maid cocked her head to the side in thought. “It’s elegant and unique. There’s only two here in the kingdom.”
Sally hurried to the young girl, looking into the freckled face. “What’s your name?”
“I’m Uyah,” she answered.
“Do you know me? From the time in Mombana?”
The girl was the same age as Sally. She nodded her head vigorously. “Oh, yes, Sally. You brought us food one time that saved my mother. She has been starving for three days, and then you brought us a feast! Oh, thank you so much. I’ve always wanted to thank you, and-“
“Can you help me, please?” Sally pleaded.
“Of course. I’ll do anything,” the girl agreed readily.
Sally turned with teary eyes and stared at that glistening diamond bangle again. Once upon a time, that bangle was always on Princess Danika’s wrist. She couldn’t even wear them because she was no longer a princess.
And now… no! She’d never allow it! Never!
Sally turned to Uyah. “Can you help me get changed?”
Everyone in attendance was eating and drinking. All wore masks except the kings. Danika’s eyes took in the five kingdoms that attended.
Behind her mask, Danika checked them out freely. They divided the gigantic hall into six different parts: five for each of the kingdoms and one for the people of Salem.
Each section consisted of each king and his slaves-three privileged families.
The hall was packed.
Ever-y other person’s mask was locked behind their head except hers. The king had told her not to put the padlock on until after the unmasking. She didn’t understand what he meant by that.
Dread and fear wrapped around Danika like a cloak. Sitting on the floor beside the king’s throne, she had the urge to clutch his big garment and hide from the world. It was an urge she resisted. She recognized two kings already and wasn’t surprised that they were there.
King Moreh, the king of Ijipt, and King Philip, the king of Gordon. Her two tormentors from her last introduction. She swallowed with dread.
King Moreh was the first to get up and start addressing the crowd. “I, King Moreh of Ijipt, welcome us all to this royal court and this year’s Mask Festival.”
The people nodded, even while some ate, and some privileged people played with their slaves.
Finally, his eyes found Danika from across the room. “Come out here and remove your mask. While King Philip and I have seen your beautiful face before, King Pasih, King Noir and King Zeba have yet to see.”
Danika’s legs trembled underneath her, but she stood.
Don’t forget who you are.
The words came back to her.
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