The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 221

The fresh breath of the evening air surrounded them. Birds flew overhead. The sound of the soft turbulence of water. The caress of the wind on their skin as refreshing.

Two lovers were walking along the beach, towards the forest that leads to the Palace.

A big, powerful man in gold and red coloured garment, his dark hair held in a small clip at the back of his head. And a woman in plain but well-ironed grey gown that dented at her middle because of her swollen belly, before pulling down to her ankle.

They walked together, their steps measured and even, they walked like aristocrats. But all is not as it seems, because one is a King and the other is a Slave.

King Lucien was too quiet again. Silence has always been his motto, but these days, his silence made her uncomfortable.

“So, how was your day in court today, Your Highness?” She asked, trying to make a conversation.

“It is nothing special, just the usual minor cases. Two privileged fighting for a piece of land, and two couples who were having problems in their marriage. I was mostly a judge today, instead of a King.” He responded, taking another step forward and into the forest.

She matched his steps,a smile ghosting her face. “Being a judge is so nice. Your people loves you so much, My King. That is why they are able to come to their King with any problem at all. If not, there will be so much bloodshed for a lot of people because they take laws to their hands.”

“I agree too.”

“Isn’t the whether so nice?” She asked, a wane smile on her face.

He looked up and around. It must be beautiful, if she says it is, the King thought. To him, the world looks so bleak. Too bleak.

He nodded his head reluctantly and continued walking.

The rest of the way, they walked in silence until they arrived at Palace. They got in front of the hallway that leads to the storage and the dungeon, and he stopped.

Her feet automatically stopped moving too. He stood staring at the empty space. The dungeon. The mistress.

Can she be the reason why he’s been in that unidentifiable mood for the past two weeks?

People have been pleading with him to bring the Mistress out of the dungeon because it’s a traumatizing place for her. Having spent most time in that enclosed space for ten years, most people of Salem has a deep aversion for the dungeon.

Baski has pleaded with the King several times to let Vetta out. He can keep her under house arrest in her bedroom while he decides what punishment to give her for her offense, the older woman had pleaded.

But the King only remained silent on the issue, and dismissed Baski. Even Chad has pleaded too. He’d refused.

Is she the reason he looks so bleak.

He turned away and began walking away. He said nothing.

Danika matched his steps. She didn’t try to start a conversation again because she knows he really isn’t in the mood.

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King Lucien gave the order that Danika’s dinner should be brought to his bedroom, just like he does every evening. He knows she has loss of appetite, so, he wants to make sure she eats properly.

They ate in silence. Afterwards, the maids came in and took the plates away.

“Is your back still hurting?” He asked with a furrowed brow when he saw her hitting her upper back continuously.

She nodded, still hitting her upper back with her fist, but it’s a futile attempt, because her fist can’t reach the spots that were hurting.

He got up from his dinning chair, walked towards her and urged her to her feet with his hand on her shoulder.

He led her to the bed, “I will call Angie to come and apply acupuncture again—”

“It’s already late at night, My King. He needn’t make such journey at this time of the night because of a backache that only relieves occasionally. I’ll be fine.” She responded, sitting down obediently at the spot he wants her to.

“Zariel.” His hand held her fist to stop her from beating her back.

The door opened and the guard rushed inside. “Yes, Your Highness.”

“Tell the cook to boil water and have the maids bring it to my Chambers once it’s hot. Tell Baski to go out to the stream—I do not say the river, she should go down to the stream and fetch me a bowl of cold water from the side of it that faces North.” He commanded without taking his eyes away from Danika.

“As you wish, Your Majesty!” The guard turned and hurried out of the door.

“Undress.” He directed to her.

She doesn’t understand why he’d give those commands but she did as he asked anyway. Pulling to her feet, she took off her clothes.

He helped her get rid of the corset. He untied the rope that held her petticoat together and pulled the clothing down her shoulders but he didn’t take it off completely.

He freed her breasts, her back, and allowed the clothing to bunch in her middle. He urged her to climb the bed, then, he got in behind her.

“I read from one of the parchments that hot and cold water can help alleviate back pains.” He revealed, his eyes inspecting her back.