The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 130

Princess Kamara hasn’t been able to go to sleep. She stood by her window and stared out of the dark night.

Her mind was filled with the image of a man who isn’t her future husband. Callan occupied her mind.

Every night, she dreads that the king will summon her for her duties on his bed. While she isn’t untouched, she isn’t a loose woman too.

And now, she has fallen in love, which makes just the thought of another man putting her hands on her that way fills her up with dread. On a normal way, she should have gone to the king and demand for her right to be on his bed with him, this season.

But, she only felt relief when a time passed and the king does not summon her.

She worried about Princess Danika too. The beatings she got were brutal. Danika has always been brave for a princess, that is why she was able to withstand such pain.

Kamara can’t even think about that… It sends a shiver down her spine.

She has tried to visit Danika countless times, but she has always found her sleeping. The portions she’s on, must be too much.

A bird flew across the window, forcing Kamara’s attention to it.

Memories of the day she’d written some words and sent to Callan on a messenger-bird filled her mind.

She closed her eyes tight and revelled in the memories. He’d written back to him, which had surprised her.

Callan is a peasant, and peasants do not know how to read and write.

But, apparently, Callan is way different because he wrote back to her in short concise words, and a very masculine handwriting.

She smiled at the memories. He’d thanked her politely for taking care of him and his injuries. Thanked her for sending Henna to care of a peasant like him.

He is always very polite with her, and he does not know the feelings she harbors for him.

Following the memories, came a sting at the back of eyes. The world difference between them is too painful.

Even if she doesn’t marry King Lucien, ending up with her Callan is the most impossible thing in the world.

She stood there for a long time.

Finally, she wiped the tears from her eyes and walked away from the window. As she strode towards the bed, she wondered…

Does Callan think of me too…?

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Madam Baski was still very shock about what happened in the afternoon. The new things she learnt earlier in the day. Danika had been pregnant for the king. That child was the King’s baby.

That night, she sat down on the chair in her bedroom and revived the events of the day. Danika is a different kind of light shining on their people.

She’d gotten pregnant for the king. Something that no other woman had been able to do.

Her biggest pain came from the fact that she isn’t so sure if the baby is still there. That was what hurt her the most.

Heavens, let that baby be in there. Let that be alright.

She wouldn’t know for a few weeks for sure. She can’t check the natural way again without harming the mother and the baby. They are both so vulnerable now, she can’t afford to do that.

She’d been so overjoyed, she’d practically wanted to run to the king and give him the shocking news but she knows that it’s out of the question for now, until they know for sure that Danika is still pregnant.

It will hurt the king without measure if he finds out that he’d been able to impregnate a woman but the child died. It’ll be an incomprehensible pain.

So, yes, she’d have to keep it to herself for now. Creator, let that baby be alright!

She was about to get up and prepare for bed, when the bed ruffled and Remeta shifted sleepily beside Sally. She’d made Sally come to sleep with Remeta because she’d planned to sleep in Danika’s bedroom and keep watch over her.

Remeta shifted again on the bed and rose slowly. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, “Mama…?”

At the murmured words, Baski got up from the chair and strode towards the view of her daughter, where Remeta will be able to see her clearly. “Remeta? Sweetie, I’m right here. Go back to sleep.”

Remeta rubbed her eyes sleepily, “I’m worried, Mama.”

“Why, my dear?”

Silence descended, as Remeta kept rubbing her eyes, “I’m really worried, Mama.”

“About what?”

“My Queen… The Prince… I—“ she paused, as if trying to sort through herself, “I really feels so much pity for King Lucien.”

Baski kept quiet as she tried to understand to understand what Remeta was saying. Her Queen… Prince… King Lucien…

The Prince… The Prince…?

The Prince…!?

“Oh… My… Heavens…!?” Baski exclaimed when it all suddenly made sense to her. “Oh…Creeps…!”

Her eyes were wide like saucers as she stared at her daughter like she’s just seeing her for the first time.

“This was what you meant all along…! This was exactly what you meant all along…! And I thought you were losing your mind…! Oh, Creator…! I should have seen this all along…!”

Remeta just watched her mother without saying a word.

Baski was just trying to put two and two together.

She remembered yesterday they were picking herbs in the bush… Her daughter had been able to feel danika’s pain even from afar. She can still remember the way Remeta drop everything she was doing and ran out to where Danika was.

Does it mean that her daughter has some kind of special ability or something?

She filed it away as it dawned on her that Remeta said she was worried…,

Baski held Remeta’s hand in reassurance. “Tell me, dear. Tell me why you’re so worried…?”

“It’s the Prince. The future—” she cut off suddenly, “I still don’t know if he will stay.” She whispered.