The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 230

“I told your father, but he wouldn’t listen. His daughter is still messing around with the peasant, he wouldn’t listen.”

Automatically, Kamara got in front of Callan in a protective stance. “Why are you being this way? You think my father will finally crown you the Head Concubine with this?”

“Oh, I know he will. Because I just proved that I’m looking out for him yet again. He will make me the Head Concubine, then, I’ll birth him a child and my son will be a prince.” She smirked.

Kamara’s heart thudded in her chest because she’s been caught and she put Callan in trouble, not because of Donna’s claims that she will stop being the Head Mistress and be crowned the Head Concubine. That isn’t a problem to her.

Kings has NOT made Head Concubines in centuries for a good reason. They don’t even think about it.

“Leave us alone, Donna. I never did anything wrong to you, and yet you follow me around like a thorn in the flesh!” She hissed.

“Guards! Seize them!” Donna shouted instead. She folded her arms and grinned.

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King Valendy was raging. Pure, unadulterated rage.

In his Chambers, Kamara was kneeling at the floor with her heart in her throat. Donna stood by the side, her breathing unable to setting correctly after all the trouble Callan gave.

He’d made it really had for them to be captured and brought back to the palace. The way he fought the guards was unbelievable.

Swift and lethal. So uncommon for a PEASANT, Donna thought.

King Valendy stood a few feet from his daughter his eyes glaring. “How could you, Kamara. You gave me your word!” He shouted at his daughter.

“Please, father… I am sorry that I have disappointed you so much, it wasn’t my intention.” She pleaded.

“You’re right. You disappointed me so badly, Kamara. You are a princess, and I have always treated your word as gold I thought they were.”

“You know they are, father. I have always kept my words! I do not go back on my word! It’s just that….” She cut off, her eyes willing him to understand.

“It’s just that your better sense of duty and reasoning has taken to rest since you met this peasant of yours. Whatever charm is he using to hold my daughter!” He raged.

Oh, no! “No, he isn’t using any—“

“I plan to find out!” He continued like she never spoke, “and I will do everything in my power to rid you from this man, Kamara. Including killing him!”

She dived for his leg, clutching it tightly. Tears filled her eyes. “Please, father! No! It was my mistake, I should be the one getting punished, not Callan! He didn’t do anything wrong!”

“He’s obviously the one luring you. That in itself is a capital offense! How dare he…!” Eyes filled with fire glared at his daughter, “How dare YOU, Kamara! How dare you abandon your duties for a PEASANT!”

“I didn’t abandon my duties, I swear it! I’ve been doing everything I’m supposed to do.”

“Except marrying your betrothed! Except the most important which is securing the prosperity and more power of our kingdom!” He barked.

“K-King Lucien hasn’t come calling, father! You know he hasn’t!”

“Is that enough reason for you to stray!? To give yourself and your body to a dirty peasant who does not deserve you!?”

“We haven’t been intimate, father! I swear it!” She pleaded desperately.

He stepped back, causing her to loose the grip she has on his leg. “Do not make the mistake of thinking I will believe a word that comes out of your mouth anytime soon.”

“Father, p-please… I love him.” She shook her head miserably.

He reared back, like the words were a slap to his cheek. Then, silence descended.

“I am so disappointed in you, Kamara.” He g*****d at last.

She lowered her head in shame. “Please,forgive me, father. It wasn’t my intention to disappoint you…!”

The door opened and a guard rushed into his bedroom. He bowed his head, “My King, you’re needed in court. The council adviser said it was urgent.”

He nodded curtly, “Zaya, I want you to take your men to the general dungeon and extract the peasant. Bring him inside the palace dungeon. I will decide what to do with him later.”

“No! Father–“

“And as for you, Kamara.” Head whipped towards her, he stated, “You’re under house arrest until I say otherwise. Guards!”

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***IN THE KINGDOM OF SALEM***

Danika has spent half of the day in worry and agitation. No matter how Remeta and Corna tried to distract her by playing with her and around her in the garden, it wasn’t working much.

She hasn’t seen the King all day, because he has been so busy. The letter…

That letter keeps worrying her, she has no idea why.

“Stop worrying, My Queen! Come and catch the football with Corna and I!” Remeta shrieked in happiness, interrupting her thoughts.

Danika stared at the happy girl, she couldn’t help smiling back. “I’ll be there in a minute…”

Remeta left the ball for Corna and walked closer to her. The girl took her wrist and began making efforts to urge her to her feet. Danika rose reluctantly, allowing Remeta to drag her to her feet.

“Everything will be fine, My Queen. Everything will be fine.” Remeta lectured.

She needed to talk to, and Baski is very busy with the maids. “There’s a message the King wrote the night before… I have never seen him more sad than the moments it took him to scribble down on that scroll. It makes me worry, what the content of that letter might be.

Is he having a problem in the court? Is it a problem with the petitions… about the slaves? Or…” She couldn’t bring hersf to talk about the uneasily feelings she has been having in the past few weeks. “I’m just uneasy…” She finished in a low breath.

Remeta knows nothing about this message. She only smiled at her Queen, “Do not worry yourselves unnecessarily, My Queen. You’re so good for the King, but he can take care of himself too.”

“You’re right.”

“Yes. So, let go of the worry and allow us play with the Prince! He is very unhappy that you’re not letting him play!” She giggled.

As if on cue, a kick shot against her rib. She gasped and palmed her belly. Remeta only laughed harder.

Corna came closer, laughing too. He took Danika’s other wrist, and they began urging her to the spot they called the playing field.

“Alright. Alright.” Danika conceded defeat, her worry disappearing and replaced with happiness.

Everything will be fine. She took comfort in Remeta’s words.