The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 242

The King paused, everywhere in majestic silence. He finished in repeat, “I crown you, the new Queen of Mombana!”

There were gasps everywhere. No one expected it. No one expects a King to ever give back a land he conquered. The other Kings were more dumbstruck.

Danika stood in a trance while the King’s words replayed themselves in her head over and over again. A free woman…? A Queen…? There’s a crown on her head.

Tears filled her eyes. By the gods…!

“Are you sure this is what you want to do, King Lucien? Give her back her family’s throne?” King Phillip asked curiously.

King Moreh and King Pasih are not looking happy about this development at all.

King Lucien overlooked them and stared at King Phillip. “I already gave it.” He replied smoothly, turned away from Danika and walked back to his throne. He settled down on it.

“But, she has been a Slave for more than a year. It will be hard for her to fall into the role of a Queen…especially in her condition.” King Zeba stated.

“She has been a princess for twenty-two years. It wouldn’t be so hard, not when it comes naturally.” he paused, “I’ve been there.”

The Kings seems to think about it, and then, they nodded their heads. Then, all of them turned and stared at the new Queen.

All of them are waiting for her to say something, anything at all.

Danika was overwhelmed with a lot of feelings. She stood there in the middle, staring at everyone in the face. King Lucien’s words ringing in her ears overs and over again.

She’s no longer a Slave. No more getting whipped. No more being treated like dirt.

She allowed herself to glance at everyone through her blurry eyes. Then, her breath hitched as her brown-eyes finds the backseats. Familiar faces. All of them.

The people of Mombana. Her people. Her people were invited. Her people are here.

Memories flooded her of all those times she used to sneak away from the palace to the marketplaces and fun places. She knows this people and they know her.

They’re smiling towards her. They are happy to have her as their Queen. She can still remember when she was first made a Slave.

She had sleepless nights always wondering how her people are? How are they coping? Are they Slaves? Are they eating right? She’d wondered.

Now, here they are. So many familiar faces that aren’t looking at her with hatred in their eyes.

Finally, her throat worked and her mouth opened. She raised her hand palm-out in greeting;

“Hail servants, fellows, Lords and Kings!” She shouted in a slightly trembling voice, “My name is Danika! And I am the new Queen of Mombana!”

Cheerful shouts erupted in the court.

Sounds of so many hands clapping filled the air.

Noblemen, servants, slaves and Kings all rose from their seats;

“Long live the Queen! Long live the Queen!! Long live the Queen!!!” They all shouted.

Tears of joy. Danika was doing her very best to control her tears of happiness.

A free woman? A Queen? Of all the ways she thought this day will be good, she never thought of this.

“Our Queen is in plain clothes! It’s unacceptable!” One happy voice shouted from the back.

“Yes! Change her clothes, she needs the Royal Garment!” Another voice.

So many voice chorused positively. So many heads nodding.

“Well, she does need a change of clothes.” King George admitted in a congratulatory smile.

Other Kings smiled their approval. King Moreh and King Pasih grumbled begrudgingly, forcing their own smile.

They’d expected something else while coming to the Salem’s Court. They NEVER expected that it will be the Uncollaring and Coronation of Cone’s daughter. King Moreh was even eagerly expecting another Introduction.

He would have gone well to take pleasure from Cone’s daughter again, she’d tasted greatly before. But, it’s not an introduction. He hissed his regret under his breath.

“I hope you prepared a Coronation Gown, King Lucien? The new Queen needs to change.” King Noir extended with a smile towards Danika.

She returned the smile with one of gratitude, her head still reeling. She’s no longer a slave? She will not birth her child as a Slave?

“Of course.” King Lucien stated, his face unreadable. “Baski.” He called.

Baski walked out then, and took Danika’s hand. She led her behind the barricade.

Few minutes later, they got out behind barricade. Danika was….transformed.

In a huge white and gold ball-gown that held her upperbody, complimenting her plump brèasts and went loose below her breasts, covering but emphasizing at the same time, her pregnancy….she looks magnificent.

Like a queen. Like a beautiful pregnant queen.

Echoes of awe and cheerfulness erupted in the crowd.

“Long live the Queen! Long live the Queen!! Long live the Queen!!!” They all shouted.

“And now, let the coronation ceremony begin!!!” King Zeba shouted to the crowd.

Danika’s eyes was still brimming with tears. Her head still in the clouds. All the facts and meanings hasn’t dawned on her yet, just the basics.

She’s no longer a Slave.

She’s now a Queen to her people.

No more being whipped.

No more being treated like dirt.

She will not birth her child, bring her child into his wicked world, as a Slave.