Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
Afterwards, she applied the herbs Baski left on the small cabinet, the same herbs she saw on his wound before she washed it off. Then she bandaged him up gently.
“Can I bathe your body, Master?” she whispered.
When he opened his eyes and watched her without saying a word, she added, “Your temperature is still very hot and—-“
“I’ve been through worse, Danika. I can survive getting hit by an arrow,” he stated.
“I know you can, Master. But, please, let me,” she pleaded, her eyes beseeching him.
After a moment’s hesitation, he closed his eyes. “Do what you wish.”
Another bit of trust. She thanked him and began running the wet rag down his body. She bathed every part of him down to his legs.
She consciously skipped his loin and his thighs until she was done with the rest of him.
Then she cleaned his thighs and as she bathed him, she couldn’t help turning the burn returning to her facefrom the memory of the night before.
She remembered the way her thighs gripped his last night. The way he’d put his mouth on her. The way she’d taken him so deeply.
King Lucien watched her silently. Seeing her flushed face that only got worse with each stroke on the wet rag on his body. He would have smiled at her discomfort if he could still remember how to do that.
What surprised him was that the urge to allow his lips to stretch to something so unfamiliar as a smile was there. His brows knitted more into a bigger frown at the urge.
Where was such an urge coming from?
He asked himself.
Oh, Danika, you can’t get anything right. Now you’ve made him angrier, she chided herself inwardly.
Finally done, she got up and took the water and wet rag away. She took her time washing it and spreading it out on the towel racks of the enormous bathroom.
It was like a small world in the king’s chambers. Everything was in here; a person could easily spend months and decide not to meet the sun. That was how King Lucien had made his chambers to be. The king was a private person who loved his own company more than anything. This chamber was his personal space-his personal world.
When she left the bathroom, he was clothed and seated behind his desk. She took a few seconds to watch him. His hand scrawl effortlessly on the scroll, his hair a mass of curls around his head, his jaw set in a hard line and his brows knitted together in concentration.
He was a handsome man. So savage-looking and scary. Danika’s heart fluttered and tears suddenly burned the back of her eyes. She had fallen for him. She didn’t know when that happened-how that happened. But she had fallen so in love with him, and the realisation suddenly made her want to look for a quiet place and cry.
It should never have happened. He was her captor. The man that enslaved her. He had hurt her many times. But why was she so in love with him? Why was fate so cruel to her?
A slavenever fell for her master. It was a sacrilege and never ended well for that slave. It would only make things worse for her.
He was the king. The same man her father destroyed and damaged to tiny bits and pieces. The man that hated her more than he hated his past. She was Danika, and he was King Lucien.
Why did this have to happen?
“Danika.” The sound of his voice startled her and her mind came back to her body.
He was focused on her, frowning, and she noticed tears were falling from her eyes. She quickly wiped them away.
“Yes, Master?” she whispered.
His mouth opened to say something. Then he snapped it shut. Silence descended. Whatever he had wanted to say, she would have sworn that it was something he never wanted to, and that was why he snapped his mouth shut. Then he focused his gaze back on his scroll. “You can use the bathroom to wash your body.”
It surprised her. He was letting her use his bathroom? Did she hear him right?
“Master?” she trailed off in a question.
“Do you want to stink on your way to your bedroom?” he growled without staring at her.
She wanted to remind him that her bedroom was four doors away from his. She didn’t dare. “No, Master,” she said instead.
“Then you may use the bathroom,” he said dismissively.
She thanked him and headed for the bathroom. A slave did not use her master’s bathroom; it was unheard of. What was going through his head? She didn’t allow herself to question it for long. She was grateful because she wasn’t comfortable in her own body anymore.
Long minutes later, Danika stood in front of him again with her clothes on and her massive blonde hair dripping wet. She lowered her head. “May I go now, Master?”
“You may.” He folded the scroll he was working on and reached into his bag for a brand-new one.
She bowed again and turned towards the door.
“Danika.”
She turned to him. “Yes, Master?”
He didn’t say anything for a long time. She allowed him his silence, letting him sort out his words. She’d wait as long as he needed. It didn’t matter because it gave her more time to gaze upon him. She didn’t want to be away from him. She wanted to be close to him. She would do anything for this damaged, immense man behind the writing desk.
Tears burned her eyes again. Despair burned her heart. Love was not supposed to hurt. But this was forbidden love. This love already hurt.
The king raised his head at last, and his eyes met hers. He opened his mouth and hesitated. “Would you like to go on a walk with me this evening?” he said at last.
Her heart skidded to a stop. And then it ran away.
He wasn’t giving her orders. He was asking her. He wanted to go on a walk with her.
“I would love to, Master,” she whispered.
He nodded and faced his scroll again. “Evening.”
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