Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
And then, they turned around and faced the king again. Their eyes were glazed over, staring at space. The look was very familiar. It was the same look Remeta always had when she wanted to speak about the visions of the future. That was when it dawned on Baski that the little boy was also a seer.
And they are both seeing visions now. Oh, heavens! Oh, heavens!
When they spoke, they were not seeing the visions of the future. They were seeing the visions of the past.
Corna spoke first. “She said I wepulse her, but I will have her. I will have her over and over again. She wefused me from the mines, but I will have her. The fowmer pwincess wecoils from my touch, thinking hewself all high and mighty and made for the king, but one day, I will be inside her. And I will enjoy that lush body like king does. Like no one else evew has. They fowmed a plan.” He stopped, his voice in a monotone.
The king stood frozen at the door of the library.
Then Remeta’s monotonous voice began. “He grabbed her from the backyard and into the storeroom.”..
Danika laid on the mat that covered the coldness of the ground, but it did not cover the hardness of the ground-or the coldness in her heart.
It had been three days, and she would be executed tomorrow morning.
She did not want to give up. Baski said never to give up, because her child was also fighting for them. But she couldn’t help that her heart was no longer strong enough to bear all that.
Tears licked from her eyes and splashed on the white cloth beside her. In between her thighs, she could feel a new wetness slip down her body. It had been like that for the past few days. Everywhere hurt from lying on the ground. Her belly ached, either from hunger or her baby. And her heart?
The pain was excruciating.
For the past three days, she asked herself how something like this could ever happen to her. How? Being set up that way. The king ordering her execution. And staying away. Did he even think of her? When he laid with his mistress, did he ever have thoughts of her?
Danika sniffled, closing her eyes. That day, she felt exceptionally tired. Maybe she could just die right there. It would save her the humiliation of having to dying tomorrow as a whore who carried another man’s child-in front of everybody.
She heard footsteps and knew it was Sally. Her Sally had been right outside her cell for the past three days. Sally and Baski were the only people who believed in her innocence.
“You have not touched the porridge. You have to eat, my princess, please. You have not eaten anything since morning,” Sally cried sadly.
Danika couldn’t say a word. What was the good of eating when she would still die tomorrow?
That is…if she wasn’t dying now.
Because her body no longer felt like her own. She felt so sleepy. Oh, so sleepy.
She closed her eyes.
The king stood frozen at the door of the Library.
Then Remeta’s monotonous voice began. “He dragged her from the backyard to the storeroom with the threat of a knife in his hand. She fought him. He hurt her. He choked her and drugged her. She fell asleep, and he pulled off her clothes.”
The king turned and stared at them, his brows knitted.
Corna continued. “‘I have her all to myself at last,’ he kept saying. He positioned her body to have her, but the thwee witnesses entewed. The plans they made changed. That was not the plan, for he expected a maid to find the slave in his arms.”
“He never expected the king himself,” Remeta finished, her dazed eyes looking in the general direction of the king without seeing him.
“You mean to tell me that this is what transpired between my slave and the former slave trainer?” the king asked, his face unreadable.
“They are seers, my king! They do not lie! Oh, the heavens intervened for her!” Baski was already crying. “It is exactly what Danika told me!”
“Yes, King. Your slave never laid with another man. It has never been in her thoughts. We would see, for we have been in her head,” came the voice of Remeta.
“Then you must be false prophets. And these must be made-up,” King Lucien stated firmly.
“My king!” Baski gasped, horrified.
Remeta stepped forward; her gazed never blinked or fluttered. “When the Beyond speaks, the whole world listens. For words cannot be repeated. And mistakes are made when they are not heeded.”
“I have made the biggest mistake of my life, and believe me, it is not ignoring your words,” he stated matter-of-factly.
“No. Your biggest will be killing an innocent woman and her unborn child. Your own child.” At those words, pain flashed in the king’s eyes and he looked away.
Remeta uttered, “You, King Lucien, find it hard to give trust. Find it hard to let people in because of what happened. If you do not believe, then it is unfortunate. The spirits speak. They do not convince.”
“Well, you have spoken, and I am not convinced. So you can all go and leave me to my misery.” King Lucien turned back to his library. “Lead them out, Baski.”
“But my king—” Baski began.
Corna stepped forward then. “You do not want to bewieve it because it will be too much. For it will mean that you made a bad judgment. That you collar-shocked your pwegnant woman for something that was not her fault. That you almost executed an innocent woman that loves you dearly.”
“You will stop talking right now.” His deep growl was calm and deadly.
“Most of all, it will be easier to believe if there is no seed gwowing inside her.” Little Corna continued like he never spoke.
“It is so hard to bewieve that she nevew betwayed you because of the seed inside her. You think yourself unable to create a life.”
“I do not think. Iknow,” he stated through gritted teeth, his hands tightened into fists.
“And you are wight,” the little boy said.
King Lucien stood there, the old pain reverberating inside him. It was like opening an old wound all over again with a hot iron.
Corna kept walking closer until he stood behind the king. The boy was so small, but his words were not. “Do you wemember the first day you and your slave went out for a walk? It was the first time you allowed youwself to let another person into your cold, shattewed heart. You kissed her for the first time on that day too. In your heart, you found a new happiness on that day.”
King Lucien whirled around to face them again. “How did you know that?”
The boy looked him in the eyes. “On that same day, you were forced to choose between happiness and duty, for it was that same day the king of Navia sent his message for his daughter’s hand. The heavens tested you, and you passed the test when you chose the happiness of your people over your own.”
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