The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 104

Henna stared at her princess in the carriage. Princess Kamara has her professional ‘princess look’ on her face.

Haughty lift of her chin. A blank unsmiling face. Eyes straight ahead. Mouth snapped together. A typical princess look.

But once thing about a personal maid’s relationship with her princess is that the personal maid already knows her princess really well. Having been with her for so many years.

“Everything will be alright, my princess.” Henna tried to say in consolation.

“Stay away from me, Henna.” Princess Kamara snapped.

Henna watched the way her princess’s hands tightened really well on the beautiful silk and lace corset she was wearing.

Her hands has been balled into fists since there carriage entered the kingdom of Salem. It had only remained tightened as the journey progressed and she wasn’t making any move to loosen her fisted fingers anytime soon.

It’ll hurt by the time she finally loosened it, Henna thought sadly. Already, her hands are as white as a sheet.

Henna took a deep breath in resignation and faced forward, keeping away from her like she was instructed.

It just hurts her that her princess is unhappy. She hates seeing her unhappy.

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Princess Kamara can only stare ahead. She reminded herself to blink occasionally, so that this traitorous tears that has been burning the back of her eyes wouldn’t blur her vision.

She doesn’t want to be away from her kingdom.

She doesn’t want to be making this journey.

She doesn’t want to marry King Lucien.

She doesn’t want to marry any king.

She doesn’t want to rule over any kingdom.

She does not want to here at all. She doesn’t want any of this.

She’d cried and pleaded with her father, but her father can be a very stubborn man. All kings are.

She always knew that when he finds out about her secret that he’ll have her married off immediately.

She’d always known, and that is why she had kept it a secret.

But, he’d found out anyway. After six months, he found out about her love for a peasant.

Princess Kamara blinked hard. This tears better not make it down her cheek, or she’ll be very mad.

No princess should ever have anything to do with a peasant. A princess should never fall in love with a peasant. A man with no royal b***d in him. It’s almost a sacrilege. It should never be done.

She’d kept telling it to herself all the while she visited her peasant in secret, and watched as Henna and her friend who is a herbal woman treat all his injuries and nurse him back to health.

She’d kept telling that to herself all the while Callan stared at her with deep blue eyes while he lays there on the bed.

She told herself for six months whenever she visits to check on his health.

She just doesn’t know when her heart stopped listening to her head. When her heart stopped listening to her, and decided to betray her.

She doesn’t know how she became obvious with her love for Callan. When she became so obvious that her father noticed.

It must have something to do with when she became too happy. She was never too happy before. Not until she met Callan.

He’d sent the guards after her one day, and found her out. She closed her eyes tight to ward off another traitorous tears.

Keep strong, Kamara. You’re a princess. A strong princess does not cry in public.

As she chided herself, her hate for one of her father’s mistresses surfaced. Mistress Donna.

She’s the one that advised her father to marry her off after her secret was out. Her father had listened to the advise of his favorite mistress.

Oh, how she hated that mistress.

She had pleaded with her father, but he has already made up his mind. A memory plagued her….

“Please, father, please!” She cried and pleaded with him, kneeling down on his bed chambers.

“Stop pleading like a coward, Kamara. I didn’t raise you to be one.” He’d said to her with an angry scowl.

“I’ll stop loving him, I promise you… But, p-please don’t marry me off. Don’t send me away, please. I’ll stop.” She’d cried, unable to help herself.

“I know you’ll stop loving him, Kamara. This is just a momentary madness, but I know it will stop when you marry a man and channel your love else where.” King Valendy had turned away then, “You can stop loving him, by loving your husband.”

“But, father….!”

“Leave, Kamara. I will not change my mind.” He’d snapped at her.

Kamara accepted this courting week because she knows that it’ll only delay the wedding.

“We’re here, my princess.” Henna’s voice dragged her back to the present.

Princess Kamara found out that the carriage had stopped moving. She looked through the small peephole of the window to see a huge beautiful palace building.

Indeed, they are here.

Princess Kamara finally unclenched her numb hands. She took a deep breath and reminded herself never to let a tear fall.

Her mother always tells her; A strong princess do not cry in public.

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Vetta glared at the old healer who was sitting down in an old wooden chair of an old rutted house.

She is in the blackest of moods and she’s so angry she can start a fire with with the way she boils.

“These fertility pills works none! I have been taking them for the past four weeks and nothing works! Nothing!” She hissed angrily.

The blind healer dropped her walking stick with shaky hands besides the way. “They were supposed to work on the first few days. Even before you get to the third pills.”

Vetta snorted. For a shaky old woman dressed in rags, she sure has a strong voice which is in contract with her small old physiques.

“Before I get to the third pills!?” She threw the small empty can of pills to the floor, “I’ve finished all eight pills in four weeks and I’m not pregnant.”

The healer cocked her head to the side in thought, “Oh, that’s weird.”

“Of course, that’s weird. Considering that you were supposed to be the best healer in all the twelve kingdoms!” She hissed.