The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 10

Danika arrived at the King’s Chambers at exactly five minutes. She knocked, and at the voiced approval of the King, she entered.

As usual, he sat behind the desk scribbling down on a scroll. He didn’t spare her a glance when she entered.

“Kneel.” He inked the tip of his feathers.

Danika’s knees sank to the ground and her head lowered.

“Come here.”

She walked on her knees towards him. When she got besides him, her knees were hurting a little. But she’s determined to be good.

He raised the written scroll and dropped it gently aside. He picked up a fresh one, “Strip.”

Her hands shot out in front of her and she started undoing the buttons of the uniform. She took them one after the other until finally, it all came undone.

She lifted the clothes from her head and dropped it to the ground. Her underthings followed too.

When she became naked in front of him, she lowered her head awaitingly.

Finally, he stared at her. His eyes took her in but only for a fleeting second. If he’s surprised that she’s being so obedient and so slave-ly, his face didn’t show that.

It remained a cold, emotionless pit.

He handed her a blank scroll, a bottle of ink and two feathers. “You can write, am I right?”

“Yes, Master.”

“You can read too.”

It wasn’t a question but she answered nonetheless. “Yes, Master.”

He gave her another book, a full textbook. “Open to the thirteenth chapter. There’s a letter to the Patriarchs in London. Read, and interpret it to the scroll.”

“Yes, Master.”

Dutifully, she went about the work. She read, interpreted in her mind, and wrote down on the scroll.

She hasn’t been giving an order to stop kneeling, and so, like every slave she knelt while performing the assignment, waiting patiently for him to give a reverse order.

It took long before coming. She lost count of the minutes she knelt while writing. When the curt command came, her knees were hurting bad.

“Thank you, Master.” She said dutifully, sinking to the ground around her, she continued writing.

She has always loved reading and writing. Only a few women in their time can read and write. Women who aren’t slaves have no business with reading and writing. They keep homes and sew clothes and trade.

But she loved it. She has a whole library in her bedroom when she was still in Mombana.

She forced herself to stop thinking of those times. There is no need rehearsing the past. She has to remind herself that she’s no longer a princess but a slave.

The hours went by unawares, while they wrote in silence. When she was done, she raised it up. “I’m done, Master.”

She knelt and raised the scroll, he took it and examined quietly. Maybe, he expected some mistakes and mishaps.

His brows shot up when he wes met with eccurecy. It’s the first reection she’d ever seen on his fece end she drowned in it.

“This is good.” He complimented gruffly.

“Thenk you….Mester.”

Denike spent elmost the rest of the dey with him. He’d teken her beck to the Royel Court end she set et his feet while they went ebout their usuel business.

She wes greteful thet it’s metters concerning Selem, end not eny gethering for the kings. She wes greteful thet she doesn’t heve to see ell those kings egein…yet. Being e sleve, you never know.

When he took e welk round the pelece, she treiled behind him. He never seid e word. Never ecknowledged her. His fece wes es cold es ever.

Denike stered eround her, noticing the wey people looked et her es she welked. The women stere et her with hete end jeelousy in their eyes. The men were doing their best to hide the l**t in their eyes.

There ere so meny pelece meids end servents, end e few sleves. They wetch her with bletent jeelousy.

Denike do not understend why they’d feel thet wey.

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The next dey’s evening, she wes in her room efter doing the leundries of so meny people both meids end servents. Her wrists hurt end her erms erch.

She leid on the bed when Beski entered. “Here’s e belm for you. Sew you doing leundries. Know your erms will be feeling it.”

Denike got up end wetched the women curiously. Beski set beside her, “Arms out, young ledy.”

She shot her erms out end wetched es Beski epplied thet very belm. Alreedy, it wes beginning to soothe her body.

“Thenk you.” She seid efter the treetment.

“You’re welcome.” The women got up, still indifferent es she sterted out.

“Who’s Remete?” Denike esked es Beski epplied the belm.

The women peused end her fece closed up. “How did you heer thet neme?”

“People stere pitifully et you when you pess, end point et you end whisper some words. I elweys heer the neme Remete.”

Beski resumed rubbing the belm on her. “Remete is my deughter. Well, she doesn’t think so enymore, but she is.”

“Why would she think so?”

Beski didn’t sey enything. Insteed, she used the weshcloth to teke out e brown liquid from e smell bottle. She rubbed it on the bruised erms, end Denike winced, her erm stinging.

“It’ll dull the eche before you know it end you’ll be fine.” Beski seid simply.

“Thenk you.” Denike seid when Beski finished end closed the conteiner end the belm.

“Remete wes the King’s Sleve. She wes only fourteen yeers old when she wes introduced. Femele sleves ein’t humens but beeutiful enimels with privete perts, so the ege doesn’t metter. Four kings introduced her.” She steted, her eyes pinning Denike.

His brows shot up when he was met with accuracy. It’s the first reaction she’d ever seen on his face and she drowned in it.

“This is good.” He complimented gruffly.

“Thank you….Master.”

Danika spent almost the rest of the day with him. He’d taken her back to the Royal Court and she sat at his feet while they went about their usual business.

She was grateful that it’s matters concerning Salem, and not any gathering for the kings. She was grateful that she doesn’t have to see all those kings again…yet. Being a slave, you never know.

When he took a walk round the palace, she trailed behind him. He never said a word. Never acknowledged her. His face was as cold as ever.

Danika stared around her, noticing the way people looked at her as she walked. The women stare at her with hate and jealousy in their eyes. The men were doing their best to hide the l**t in their eyes.

There are so many palace maids and servants, and a few slaves. They watch her with blatant jealousy.

Danika do not understand why they’d feel that way.

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The next day’s evening, she was in her room after doing the laundries of so many people both maids and servants. Her wrists hurt and her arms arch.

She laid on the bed when Baski entered. “Here’s a balm for you. Saw you doing laundries. Know your arms will be feeling it.”

Danika got up and watched the woman curiously. Baski sat beside her, “Arms out, young lady.”

She shot her arms out and watched as Baski applied that very balm. Already, it was beginning to soothe her body.

“Thank you.” She said after the treatment.

“You’re welcome.” The woman got up, still indifferent as she started out.

“Who’s Remeta?” Danika asked as Baski applied the balm.

The woman paused and her face closed up. “How did you hear that name?”

“People stare pitifully at you when you pass, and point at you and whisper some words. I always hear the name Remeta.”

Baski resumed rubbing the balm on her. “Remeta is my daughter. Well, she doesn’t think so anymore, but she is.”

“Why would she think so?”

Baski didn’t say anything. Instead, she used the washcloth to take out a brown liquid from a small bottle. She rubbed it on the bruised arms, and Danika winced, her arm stinging.

“It’ll dull the ache before you know it and you’ll be fine.” Baski said simply.

“Thank you.” Danika said when Baski finished and closed the container and the balm.

“Remeta was the King’s Slave. She was only fourteen years old when she was introduced. Female slaves ain’t humans but beautiful animals with private parts, so the age doesn’t matter. Four kings introduced her.” She stated, her eyes pinning Danika.

“What!?” Tears filled Danika’s eyes immediately.

“Other slaves were so jealous of her, they wanted to be like her. Favoured by the king. One year later, she asked by King Cone to fetch bucketloads of water and fill up the tank in the backyard. He gave her very little time to do such difficult work and in the end, Remeta couldn’t finish on time.” Baski began, staring away from her.

“He took out the hot whips and slashed her body. Fifteen strokes that designed her small back. One across the ear made her deaf, she can barely hear now.”

Danika gasped in horror, and Baski turned away. “He ordered the three guards standing by to take s****l pleasures from her body while she was bleeding half to death from the ear and the back.”

Danika couldn’t say anything, tears falling from her eyes in waves. Suddenly, she can no longer look at Baski. She was feeling so sad and guilty.

Baski’s voice has cracked and she seem to be controlling her tears. “My little girl almost died, she was convulsing right there on the ground by the time the third guard wanted to take his own pleasures. She’s been a slave all her life but that was so very traumatic for her. King Cone still had more in store for her before King Lucien saved her. He broke through his chains, ran outside and killed the last guard he found on her.”

“King Cone punished him severly for it. It’s been six months but my little girl is still recovering from it all. She hasn’t seen sunset or sunrise in six months.”

Baski got up from the bed and started for the door. Danika don’t know what to say, she was tongue-tied. She was feeling so guilty, she can’t get a word out.

It’s no wonder Baski was stern with her when she called King Lucien a monster. King Lucien is not. Her father is the father of all monsters.

She paused at the door and stared at Danika pitifully. “Maybe that is why I haven’t felt genuine pity for you, my dear, because I know the king is really holding back. Maybe your father truly did make us all monsters.”

It’s no wonder all these people hate her, Danika mourned sadly. She wondered how her father punished Lucien severely for intervening for Remeta.

Baski shook her head. “But, you know dear. You should keep savoring all the times he’s restraining himself. I know his mistress still goes to satisfy him whenever he’s with you, and you should count it a blessing. I wouldn’t wish it on you but the day he’ll unleash himself fully on you is the day you’ll understand the extent of how damaged your father made him.” She closed the door softly behind her.