The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 227

“Come to bed with me…”

His eyes found his table. Danika didn’t think it was possible but he looked sadder as his eyes rested on the unfinished scroll lying at one part of the table.

Then, he shook his head, “I have to finish up with work. It’s a message, I need the messenger to send it out to the several kingdoms on the morrow.”

“What is the message all about?” She asked softly.

Jaws locked, he looked away. “Nothing of great importance. Go and sleep, I will join you later.”

The stubborn lock of his jaw told her that he wouldn’t be saying anything else about the ‘work’, so, she accepted his words with a nod. “Alright, My King.”

She has no idea when she grew accustomed to that k**s in the forehead and the belly, which he always gave her in private whenever they are about to part ways, but as she waited for that small little gesture and it wasn’t forthcoming, she swallowed her disappointment.

If he wouldn’t reach for her, she will reach for him.

So, she took a step closer and kissed his chest lingeringly. It was almost not visible, but she felt him recoil.

“Good night, Lucien.” She whispered as she pulled back, her heart heavy for him. For herself. For the Mistress. “I’ll be waiting for you in bed.”

“Okay.”

She pulled back then, and walked to the bed.

“Danika?”

“Yes, My King?” She turned.

“Thank you for tonight. For listening to me, and allowing me get it all out.”

It didn’t get past her notice that he’s thanking her alot lately. “You needed it. I truly hope that the Mistress gets all the help she needs.”

Her head bobbed in acknowledgement.

At the foot of the bed, she unwrapped the bedsheet from her body until she stood gloriously naked at the foot of the bed. She can feel his eyes burning holes to her body, but she didn’t turn back to confirm if he was looking at her.

She got into bed and wrapped the bedsheet over her body. “Good night.” she repeated impulsively.

*****

King Lucien knew the time she settled into sleep. He turned away from the window, and watched the even rise and fall of her body in breathing.

Then, he walked back to his table and lowered himself behind it. Picking up the unfinished scroll, he stared at it. His heart tightened in his chest, he was also having a little difficulty breathing as he read the wordings again.

Vetta’s words banged at the back of his mind.

***”As a slave master who has been a slave before, you forgot the most important thing. A slave will do ANYTHING at all to come out of slavery. Including…faking kindness. Faking to be good. And the most important…? Pretending to love your master. You know what I say is the truth. No, you FEAR what I say will be the truth. That is why you’re so hesitant to uncollar her.”

“What else is holding you? You and I know it’s no longer about her father or about revenge. Uncollar her then, and give her back her freewill. Then, we will see if she will still choose you. If she will still choose to be with you. Let’s see if she doesn’t run away and NEVER come back!”***

His eyes closed to keep the words away.

The ruffling of papers filled the air as he unwrapped a new scroll, spread it out in front of him and continued his writings.

Several hours later, he stood exhausted, but he was done writing. Silent footsteps walked to the bed, he got in behind her, careful not to wake her from sleep.

He gathered her into his arms, and she sighed in her sleep, melting against him. He stayed awake most of the night, watching her sleep.

***IN THE KINGDOM OF NAVIA***

The next evening….

King Valerie g*****d angrily at the persistent knock that kept coming at the door of his study.

“What is it?” He asked angrily, not bothering to ask who it is that dares to disturb him when he’s working. Only one person dares to do that.

The door burst open and Mistress Donna strode inside, “Kamara is gone again.”

“Since when did you become her bodyguard, Donna? She is a grown princess with duties to fulfill. She has every right to leave the palace whenever she wants.” King Valeria chided impatiently, ready to get back to the journal he was filling.

“No, My King, I do not think she went out to do her duties. In fact, I am sure she went out to see that peasant of hers.”

“No, she has not. Kamara made me a promise and she does not break her words.” He stated vehemently, “Leave, Donna and stop disturbing me.”

The mistress does not like the way he’s dismissing her,especially when she has a tangible case. She walked closer to him, “I’m very sure she breaks her word in this case, My King. She considers herself in love with this peasant. People tend to do foolish things for love.”

His hand paused in the middle of writing, and he cocked his head to the side in thought. Donna let him, her leg tapping impatiently.

“No. I find this hard to believe.” He maintained.

“There’s no harm in trying to be sure anyway.”

“Alright.” he agreed reluctantly, “Send out the guards to go to that boy’s hut to look for her.”

A smile ghosted Donna’s face. Just the command she has been waiting for. “As you wish, My King.”

He spared her a glance, “You have better things to do with your time than this, Donna, but if this is what you wish to do, you can go ahead with it. Leave now, for I need to work.”

“Of course.” She was still smiling as she inclined her head, before walking out of his study and closing the door.

Such faith he has for his daughter. She’s going to prove him wrong.

“Jayreh!”, She called immediately she steeped outof the palace building. Her eyes found the guard at the training field even before she was done calling his name.

“Yes, Mistress.” The head guard ran towards her and knelt before her.

“Gather two of your men here right now. We head out to town now!”

“As you command, Your Highness!”

*********

The messenger stood in front of the King Lucien and waited nervously. He has been standing for several long minutes.

The King stood with the message in his hands. He has not released it, and the messenger wondered why. Instead, he kept going over it over and over and over again.

Finally, he released the two scrolls to him. “Take this message to the ten Kingdoms. Make sure every King gets my message.”

Thank Heavens. “Yes, Your Majesty.” The messenger responded immediately.