The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 102

Four Weeks Later.

Sally came out to the backyard to see her princess washing her clothes. Sally would have rushed to take the clothes from her before, but today, she didn’t.

Her princess needed the distraction. She needed the activity to get her mind off painful things.

Her princess turned then and saw her. She smiled at her, “Sally…”

Sally forced herself to beam at her. “My princess. Do you need my help?” she offered anyway.

Danika shook her head, “No…. I’m fine.”

Sally bit her lips. It hurts, just having to come say this to her princess.

Danika saw the pain and indecision in Sally’s eyes. She dropped the piece of clothing back to the small river. She turned to Sally, “What is it?”

“Princess Kamara w-will be arriving today.” she finally spoke helplessly. “We have to be ready to welcome her chariot.”

“It’s courting week already?” Before Royalties get married, sometimes, there is courting week, before marriage comes.

Courting week can last for more than one week, but it doesn’t exceed one month. Princess Kamara had requested for courting week, and her request was granted.

“Yes, it’s courting week.” Sally replied sadly.

Danika swallowed tightly. She forced a smile, “It’s okay, Sally. I’ll be ready. You tell Baski that I’ll be.”

Sally’s relief was apparent. She wanted so much to go closer and hug her princess tight, but she didn’t.

The protective rise of her shoulders, and the pain she’s doing so hard to hide was written all over her face. Sally knows that her princess is doing her very best to be strong.

If she hugs her, her princess might burst into tears. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“How’s the linens you went to buy?” Danika forced a smile, trying to brighten Sally up because she knows that Sally is worried about her.

It worked. Her former personal maid grinned excitedly. “I bought them! Oh, my princess, it’s so beautiful!”

“I know they’ll be. You’ve always had such a good taste in wears.” Sally is getting married to Chad, and it makes Danika happy.

Sally’s happiness has always brightened her day and for the past three weeks, she has Sally’s happiness to live on.

“Oh, I just forgot. The seamstress is not waiting for me in our bedroom. I’ll be back my princess!” She gasped, and Danika nodded watching her as she left.

Once she was gone, Danika’s face fell. It’s been four weeks since she came out of the King’s bedroom after the night they’d spent together. Four excruciating week.

That was the last night she’d slept in the King’s arms.

The last time she and the king had s****l intimacies.

Since then, the king barely summons her. And when he does, she sits beside him to help him write and translate. To help him work.

And even that has stopped. The king hasn’t summoned her in more than a week.

He is back to being her master, and she is back to being his slave. It shouldn’t hurt, after all that’s what they are.

But it does. It hurts so bad.

Sometimes, she find herself wondering if that walk in the woods ever happened. If the night that followed it happened or it was just her imagination.

But, then again, she knew for sure that it happened because it had taken her days to be able to walk without a wince, days for the aches in her body to leave completely.

“I want to loose myself in you. Can you take me?”

The remembered words spoken quietly into the night made her shiver. He’d almost killed her.

Baski had made her herbs and portions, but she still felt the results of his demands from her for days to come.

Another shiver worked down her body.

Whenever she remembers that night, it never stops making her body feel warm. He’d really unleashed himself on her, he’d almost killed her. For a moment, she’d thought she’d died too.

But she’d woken the next afternoon feeling better than she’d felt in a long time. Except the aches in her body and the soreness, her insides felt great.

So, she’d dismissed the feeling.

She’d ridden in euphoria for days, until madam Baski gave her the news about the King’s impending marriage.

Danika picked up the washed clothes and squeezed water out of them. She walked to the horizontal pole and began spreading each clothes out to the sun.

Till today, she still can’t forget how much the news had hurt. Her heart had torn from her chest, it had broken to shreds and pieces. She’d walked to her bedroom and cried the rest of the day away.

She’d always known that her love for him stood no chance at all.

He’s a king, and she’s a slave. He’s king Lucien and she’s Danika, the daughter of King Cone.

It’s a love that’s forbidden from all angles and she knew that there’s no hope. But it didn’t make it hurt less at all.

Finally, she’d wiped her tears. As much as the knowledge hurts, she can’t even blame the king for making that decision. She was once royalty, and she understands.

Her father had been making plans to marry her off to another kingdom before he died.

Her father had wanted to form an allegiance with the Kingdom of Yana and the Prince of that kingdom was fifty years old.

At least, Princess Kamara is a lucky one for being marched with King Lucien, Danika reasoned to herself with a hurting heart.

But another thing that makes her heart ache is that it isn’t a love match.

If any man deserves to be happy, it’s king Lucien. He deserves a woman who can make him smile and be happy.

But sadly, Love and Duty do not always go the same angle.