Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
His brows knit together as if he was remembering something. Then he shook his head. “Not tonight, Vetta.”
Knowing that more persuasion wouldn’t work well for her, Vetta nodded, doing her best to hide her disappointment. She finished working on his button and stepped back.
He walked past her to his desk and got behind it. His face was the usual unreadable, stony mask, like they carved it out of granite.
But there was a relaxation to him that wasn’t there before, Vetta thought. Her brows knotted in thought.
Could it be because of the sleep he got?
Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t been able to make him sleep-unlike that godforsaken slave. Maybe she could visit a healer for the best herbs for sleep.
She cleared her throat, not knowing how to go about asking him the question that had been disturbing her since. “My king.”
He pulled out an unused feather and opened a fresh bottle of ink. “What is it?”
She shifted uncomfortably at her feet. “I saw the guards m-moving King Cone’s daughter’s belongings into the former room of Princess Melia…” she trailed off.
He dug the feather into the ink and withdrew it, then started scribbling down on the scroll in front of him. The silence was deafening.
Vetta was becoming more agitated as time dragged by.
Finally, he raised his head and stared at her. “I don’t hear a question there, Vetta.”
“It just baffles me, Your Majesty. Why would you let your slave move into the royal quarters-Princess Melia’s bedroom-especially the slave who was also King Cone’s daughter?”
“I didn’t move King Cone’s daughter to that bedroom. I moved Remeta.” He reached out for a new scroll and unfolded slowly. He laid it down on the table and scrutinized it thoughtfully.
“Remeta?”
What does that have to do with Baski’s crazy daughter?she asked herself inwardly.
He spared her a glance. “Have you seen little Remeta lately?”
“No, Your Highness. The last time I saw her, six months ago, she screamed her head off at the first sight of me,” she answered flippantly.
He discarded the scroll and stretched out his hand to the bag before him, then took out another new one. “You must see her today, Vetta. She’s willing to get better, and it was because of Danika. She wants to stay with Danika. I’m letting her.”
“Why Danika? What’s so special about her?” Vetta asked in complete anger and bewilderment.
Silence. Thick silence. Her question hung in the air.
He got up and walked into his library. Vetta waited impatiently.
Finally, he came out with a file, walked back to his chair and lowered himself on it. When the silence dragged on, Vetta gave up that she would get an answer.
“Remeta thinks her royalty. She calls her royalty, and because of that, she feels safe with Danika,” he said at last.
Vetta didn’t understand any of this. And when did she go from being called ‘his slave’ to ‘Danika’!? She lost it. “But she’s a slave. She’s filthy! She’s become a slave; that is what she is. She’s not royalty anymore; she lost that status when she became a slave!”
The king stiffened and raised his head to give Vetta his full attention for a minute. “I was a slave for ten years. Does that mean I stopped being royalty in your eyes, Vetta?”
Her eyes widened, and she gasped in horror. Shit, why didn’t she just control her anger!?
She knelt immediately and bowed her head. “I’m s-so sorry, Your Majesty. That wasn’t what I meant to imply”
He lowered his head again to his scroll. “I am busy. You’re dismissed,” he stated as he scribbled down on the new scroll.
Vetta felt so ashamed. Why couldn’t she just control her mouth for heaven’s sake!? But then, she fumed silently; he wasn’t giving her any attention! What was so important that hecouldn’t leave it to attend to her? His mistress? “Yes, my king.” She bowed her head, doing her best to curb her fury, and then walked out.
Outside the door, Vetta stood there, fuming badly. Anger was all she could breathe.
Danika is royalty, Danika is royalty, Danika is royalty! Why did those words have to be the only words heard all day!?
She fisted her hands angrily. No, she couldn’t take this anymore. She wouldn’t.
And she knew what to do.
“Chad.” King Lucien called after Vetta left.
The door opened and Chad entered. He bowed his head. “You summoned me, my king.”
He raised the finished scroll and folded it neatly, then reached for another scroll and unrolled it. Chad waited patiently for him. “Tell Danika I summon her,” he ordered at last..
THE SILENT SOUND OF THE NIGHT
Danika entered the chamber of the king with her heart in her throat. It had been that way since Chad summoned her.
He was sitting behind his desk, his brows knitted, his jaw set in its usual hard angle as he scrawled on the scroll.
She bowed her head. “You summoned me, Master.”
“Get over here.” He didn’t spare her a glance.
She strode across the enormous bedroom towards him and stopped a foot away from him. Why her heart was beating furiously in her chest, she couldn’t understand.
“Sit down.”
She lowered herself to the floor next to him.
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