The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 103

It hurts her severally and even after three weeks, it doesn’t hurt less. But if Princess Kamara will make the king happy, then, it will be bearable for her.

She just have to bear it, she has no choice. She wishes the king all the happiness life has to offer.

Maybe then, the guilt of what her father did to him will finally leave her.

She paused and leaned her head on the cold hanging rail. If the guilt might leave her, will her love for him ever leave her?

When Baski gave her the news one week after the night she’d spent with the king, it made her wonder if that is the reason the king had stopped summoning her to his bed? Why he stopped summoning her to write?

Why he stopped… Why he just stopped everything?

She opened her eyes, shutting the pain out and continued the work she was doing. Exhaustion racked her body, turning her body to liquid, but she ignored that too.

She has been sick lately. She’s always tired, nausea has become her companion. The cravings too.

It just feels like her body is no longer hers, and it’s been feeling that way for a while.

Danika ignored it. She is sick and she knows that it’s because of everything that has happened lately. The emotional blows to her heart and the king’s renewed aloofness.

The King’s impending marriage. Princess Kamara.

Danika knows her.

The few gathering of princesses her father has allowed her to attend, made it possible for her to know most of the princesses in the twelve kingdom.

She had been their leader too. Because she’s the princess of Mombana, the strongest kingdom.

Danika walked to the small pavement afterwards and lowered herself on it to rest her tired bones. Tears prickled her eyes.

That saying about how the mighty has fallen…

That saying about going from grace to grass…

All because of her Father’s greed and evil heart.

He destroyed everything her grandfather and ancestors had worked for, and ruined Mombana in just fifteen years of being king.

“I hate you, father.” She whispered tearfully. She hated him so much for putting her through this.

Princess Kamara and the other princesses always respected her in their gatherings. While few rebelled behind her back because they don’t have the guts it takes to speak about it to her face.

Others solidly respected her. They bowed to her. They don’t speak when she is speaking.

It is in the rule of things…in the teachings of old which princesses spend most of their lives learning.

And today, she will stand and wait on Princess Kamara. Today, she will bow to her and do works and duties for her.

She doesn’t know Princess Kamara personally, but she can distinctly remember a tall and beautiful woman who’s her age.

Is she rebel?

Will she make life more hell for her than it already is?

Will she hate her more than the mistress does?

Will she hurt her?

The Mistress’s mood has become blacker lately, she is always so angry and raging…more than usual. Danika doesn’t know why but she does her best to keep out of her way.

She doesn’t want to be an outlet for the wicked mistress.

The tears fell from her eyes and she wiped them clean. But wouldn’t it be better to be an outlet for the mistress?

At least, when the mistress whipped her, Danika wasn’t sure it hurts more than the pain she’s feeling now.

The only pain that competes with what she’s been feeling lately is the pain of what the kings did to Sally.

She wiped her tears again. She needs to be strong. She has to.

“No matter what happens… Do not forget that you’re Royalty.”

The King’s words whispered in her mind. Those words has always been her strength in weakness. Her comfort in sorrow.

More tears fell.

Creator, she feels so sick and very dizzy.

“You can’t fall asleep, Danika. You have to be awake and go get ready to welcome the Princess’s chariot.” She whispered to herself.

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Sally went in search of her princess after fitting into her dress.

She came out of the backyard and stopped short when she saw Danika sitting down on a paving, her head leaning on the wall.

She was sleeping.

It isn’t the first time Sally has found herself sleeping around in a corner these past few days.

But she knows that her princess has a lot going for her lately too. Tears prickled Sally’s eyes.

She wished all this will go away, and her princess will be happy again. This isn’t the moment for her princess to be sleeping because they have a duty to see to, about the coming princess.

But, Sally doesn’t want to wake her princess. In fact, she doesn’t want her princess to join the crew that will welcome Princess Kamara, even thought that’s the way it should be.

She resolved her heart to that. She will do everything possible to spare her princess that special degradation and humiliation.

She saw a guard passing and rushed to him. “Please, can you help me, sire?”

The guard stopped and bowed to her in respect. “What can I do for you, my lady?”

Sally flushed. The palace workers has been more than respectful to her since they found out about her upcoming marriage to their leader. They are always eager to do this for her. To help her.

They even address her like she’s a lady of privilege.

She hasn’t been able to get used to it, but they wouldn’t stop.

“It’s my prin—” she paused, reminding herself that she can’t address her as her princess in public.

Remeta can get away with openly calling her ‘My Queen!’, but another person will have her head separated from her body and nailed in a spike for such insolence.

“Please, can you help me bring her,” she pointed at her princess, not having whatever it takes to call her by her name yet, “to our bedroom?”

“I don’t want her to wake or I would have woken her up.” She requested softly.

“I will do that, my lady.” The guard bowed again and proceeded to walk past her towards Danika.

He lifted her as gently as possible and began carrying her inside the palace. Sally followed closely behind them.

She really wishes all these will go away and her princess will be happy again.