The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 116

As Danika read through the book, the felt all the color drain from her face. Her hands became sweaty and her throat went dry like sandpaper.

Oh…Creator! No, please, it can’t be…

Most of these signs and symptoms here, she has them. All these while, she’d thought that she was sick because of the King’s coldness towards her and his upcoming marriage to Princess Kamara.

But…

She swallowed tightly. No, no, she can’t be pregnant. No, there’s a mistake somewhere.

Madamn Baski had told her that she can’t get pregnant because of the herbs she’d gave her on her second night with the king.

So, there’s just no way that she’s pregnant!

“Danika, you just can’t be…!” She consoled herself in a whispered. It’s all a coincidence. It just can’t be…!

“My princess?”

Sally’s soft voice startled her slightly. She took deep breaths and calmed herself for a few seconds, before she plastered a smile on her face.

She turned and faced her former personal maid. “Are you done reading?” She asked brightly.

Sally scrutinized her too-white face and eyes filled with fear. “Are you alright, My Princess?” She asked worriedly.

“Yes. Yes, I’m fine. Of course, I’m fine. Can we go to the market now?” She asked breathlessly.

“Yes… I’m done.” Slowly, Sally dismissed Ber worries and smiled brightly. “Let’s go to the market now.”

Danika dropped the book back to the shelve like it burnt her. “Alright, let’s go.”

They came out of the library and began walking. Sally brightly began skidding ahead of her.

“You walk as slow as a snail, my princess. I don’t know why princesses are taught to walk such way. And they don’t run better too.” She called out in front.

Danika pushed her terrifying prickling thoughts away from her mind, and did her best to focus on Sally. “A princess has to walk gracefully. Well, not all of us were able to perfect that walk.”

“I know, My Princess. I remember that day we attended the princess’s meeting. Princess Gretsha walks like a fat turkey.” She giggled.

“Heavens! Sally!” Danika looked around to make sure that no one else heard. Then, a smile crossed her cheeks.

“The rebel princess will have you whipped for that, you know.” She informed Sally.

Sally continued down her path. “I’m smart, My Princess! I’ll never call it to her to her face!”

Danika’s lips stretched, but a sadness crossed her features. Sally will soon be married… Her only consoler, her best friend…

How will she cope?

They walked until they entered the route that leads to the market. Sally stopped by the first shop and bought a bag for their goods.

Danika followed her peacefully, missing the life that was once hers as she watched the children beggars who were clothed in rags and sat lined up in a parallel line begging for money.

She missed having her own money. Lots of coins. Because she never hesitates to give begging children when she was still a princess in Mombana.

She followed Sally dutifully and they began shopping for little little things Sally will need after she got married.

They were in the process of it when a maid walked up to them. “Sally, you’re needed in the palace.”

Sally turned towards the maid who’s name she remembered to be Adelia. These past few weeks, she has been serving the King’s Mistress exclusively as ordered of her.

“Me? But I took a permission from Madam Baski. She knows I’m going to the market and she permitted us.” Sally explained.

“The mistress said to call you.” The maid informed her.

“Me?” Sally repeated, pointing at her own chest in disbelief. The mistress has never summoned her alone in the past. She turned and looked at her princess, biting her lips.

Danika already looked worried. She faced the maid, “Did she do anything wrong? Is there a problem?”

She shook her head. “It’s nothing dire or anything. The mistress only needs her opinion on some new dresses she got. She said that Sally has a good taste in clothes and should help her pick the best clothes.”

“Oh… Okay.” Sally let out a breath of relief.

For a moment there, she’d thought that the Wicked Witch of the West found out that she called her the Wicked Witch of the West behind her back.

She turned to Danika, her face filled with indecision.

“It’s alright.” Danika took the bag from her. “I’ll quickly finish up the shopping and meet you in the palace. You’ll be fine.”

“I’m not worried about me. What about you? Will you be fine, My Princess?” Sally bit her lips.

Danika nodded. “I will be. Now, run along so she won’t punish you for being late.”

Sally nodded and followed the maid out of the market.