The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 114

“Guards.” King Lucien called calmly, never one to raise his voice.

The door opened and Zariel entered. Chad has been scarce lately because he is preparing for his marriage.

He made a mental note to have some private time with his friend slash helper since childhood, one of these days.

“Your Highness.” He bowed his head.

“Tell Princess Kamara, I summon her.”

“Your wish is my command, Your Highness.” He turned and hurried out of the door.

The king parked up his well-written scrolls and got up from his chair. He walked into his library, towards the left end of the shelf where he has his last written scrolls all lined up.

He took his time arranging it according to date of when they were written for easy access and identification.

He filling in the second to last scroll when the door opened, a feminine voice called, “I’m in here, Your Highness.”

King Lucien dropped the last of the tied price of paper on the shelf and closed the spread. Then, he strode out of his library, stopping at the door.

The first thing he noticed about the princess was her unusually wavy blond hair that spread down her back and curled to a stop at her lower back, just before her waist.

Hair like Danika’s. Danika has the exact shiny blond hair with length so long, it’s beautiful.

He scowled. Why would he pick up such detail? When did he pick it up?

He shut down such confusing thoughts and focused on the woman in front of him. He took it her facials and physiques.

She’s very young and a beautiful princess too.

He pulled away from the door of the library and strode deeper into his bedroom. “I apologize for my inability to meet with you up until this moment, Princess.”

Princess Kamara held her lower gown and curtsied like she was taught al her life to do in front of a king. “You do not need to apologize, my king. I understand how busy it is for you.”

“How was your first night in the palace?”

“I slept like a baby, My Lord.”

Kamara wondered if he could see the trembles of her body. King Lucien looked nothing like she imagined.

She’d heard words and stories about him and the things he went through in the hands of the former King Cone.

So, she’d warily prepared her mental health for seeing a King Kong, or a scarred Chimpanzee dressed in expensive wears.

The King is a handsome but terrifying man. There’s a scar that ran across one cheek and disappeared into his neckline, it gave him a savage look.

And he was huge. Like a fighter in royal wears.

Kamara swallowed, finding herself tongue-tied. Her only relief is that her big corset and viel must be hiding the shivers running down her spine.

“I hope your journey went well?” His deep voice filled the air as he walked closer and hesitated.

It was just three seconds hesitation before he stretched out his hand, palms out.

A man that’s wary of touch, Kamara observed as she placed her hand into his and he kissed the back of her hand in a gesture of respect and greeting as old as time.

“The journey was lovely.” She lied smoothly.

“I’m glad. I hope your stay has been great?”

“It has been good, My King. I’ve been exploring. It’s so beautiful here.” This part is sincere. She took a step back from him.

King Lucien didn’t miss the move. Or the slight fear his future bride was trying to hide. He would have smiled if he knew how to.

Instead, he pulled away from her to give her a little bit of space. “How is your father?”

“He’s fine, My Lord. He sends his regards.”

“And your mother?”

“The Queen is fine, thank you.” She curtised again.

He scrutinized her again, and decided that he made a good choice where she’s concern.

She seems rightly trained and beautiful. He could have done worse.

The same exact thoughts were running through Kamara’s mind.

He was everything she never expected, and that’s…good, she guess. She could have done worse.

If it works out between them, she will settle down with him.

Better him than a mustached-jaw, potbellied, fat and ugly sixty-year-old kings which most princesses have been unfortunately matched with.

On her way here, she’d wished he’ll reject her because of everything she’d heard about him. She’d thought that if he rejects her, her father will match her with a better king.

But now, she looks at him and hopes the wouldn’t reject her. It won’t save her from her father’s decision and it won’t make it possible for her to be with Callan either.

But, if he rejects her, her father will only match her with another king because that’s the ‘duty of a princess.’

A shuddered sizzled down her body and she looked up at the king again. His blue eyes never fails to startle her, it’s his most captivating feature.

Eyes just like Callan’s, she thought with a hurting heart. She can definitely live with gazing into those eyes if she does nothing else.

Although, Callan’s eyes are warm and expressive. King Lucien’s own is cold and blank.

Her heart hurts, but she is lucky.

She could have done worse, she repeated in her mind. So, yes, she considers herself lucky after all.