The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 271

THE ARRIVAL OF THE END OF DAWN.

Seven weeks later.

Queen Danika is in court again. There is discussion about the upcoming Fire Festival which is a very important festival in Mombana, it is celebrated once in every year. The discussion is going on around her, but her mind is so far away from there.

Her child is long overdue to come, but he hasn’t. It relieves and disturbs her at the same time.

It relieves her because Lucien hasn’t been able to come back to Mombana again like he promised he will. Through his occasional messages from the messenger bird, he has been so busy with his Kingdom and a lot of marital procedures with the Kingdom of Navia.

It took a little longer because King Valendy fell sick, and had only recently recovered from his illness but everything has been concluded because Kamara will be arriving before the paleozoic moonlight.

The paleozoic moonlight comes on the day after the morrow. So, that means that the Princess Kamara will be in the palace today or on the morrow.

That is great news because she either arrives with her lover or her lover arrives on the day after she arrived to await his punishment from the Princess’s bethroned.

It will all be over, he’d informed her in his last message.

She clings to every word of his, missing him so badly. Knowing that he wants to be here with her when she gives birth, it relieves her that she still carries her child.

But, more than relief, it disturbs her a lot. Worries her so much that she is long overdue and yet she has not gone into labor. Just so much pains, and a few false labors.

She is forty weeks pregnant. Ten months and one week.

Her body no longer feels like her own at all. So heavy. The pains are insurmountable. And the tiredness? Whenever she works too much, she feels like she will drop dead any second. She wants nothing more than to birth her child and have her body back again.

“Your Highness!?”

She barely stopped herself from startling at the loud voice of the Minister of Finance. She turned and saw all the eyes of the Ministers staring at her with concern.

With the way they look at her, they must have called her name before but she didn’t answer. They know she spaced out. Again.

“Yes?” Her voice was firm. She refused to look guilty for being absent-minded.

The Minister’s lips pursed with disapproval, but he repeated, “We were wondering if we should use the Buno market square or the Asinta market square since—”

“We will use Buno.” She replied, cutting him off.

“But, Asinta is bigger and wilder than Buno.” Minister of Taxation stated.

She turned to him, “We used Asinta last year. I might have been a slave in Salem at that time, but I still heard. Buno and Asinta are the biggest markets we have, so it is only right to hold this year’s in Buno. That way, those that lives in Buno town who weren’t able to attend last year’s, will be able to make it this year.”

They thought about it, nodding their head meaningfully at her sensible contribution.

“You are right, your Majesty.” The Minister for Finance agreed with her.

While they continued the loud discussion, she sniffled a yawn. She was bored and tired of all these men here.

Then, the Minister of Public Affairs glanced at her and his eyes twinkled. She knows immediately what the next topic will be.

He began, “So, your Majesty, about the third Royal Marital invitation, we have send words out for—”

Queen Danika held her waist immediately and cried out. “Arrrgh!”

Her eyes went wide at them. She cried out again, her voice filled an epitome of pain.

Chaos broke out everywhere immediately. Movements filled the Court as the ministers rushed up from their seats.

Two Ministers rushed towards her and held her, their faces filled with worry and concern.

Most of them were speaking at once.

“Guards! Come and take the Queen!” Taxation.

“I think the child is coming again!” Minister of Justice.

“He might really come this time around…!” Public Affairs.

“The Queen is in so much pain…! GUAAAAARDS!!!!” Minister for Defense.

The Queen cried out again. Longer.

The door burst open, the guards hurried in as usual. Omna rushed closer and lifted her into his arms.

As he hurried out of the Royal Court shouting, “Get the Royal Doctor!!!!!” The other guards followed fastly behind him.

Left in Court are the confused and concerned ministers, who are wishing and praying that their Queen is alright.

The thoughts of the Royal Marriage completely forgotten. Again.

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The sound of her carriage coming to a stop informed Princess Kamara that she’s in her destination, even before a knock came at the door of her Gold State Coach, followed by the voice of her one of her guards.

“We are here, Your Majesty!” He announced.

Princess Kamara took a deep breath, putting all the thoughts out of her mind before she opened the door and got out.

Turning around, she took in the familiar surroundings of the palace, nodding her head reluctantly to the greetings of the palace staffs bowing their head to her as they passed.

Finally, she is here again. Finally, after four months, her Callan will be free again. Anything else does not matter.

Salem’s guards and maids rushed towards her. They formed a line in front of her and bowed their heads in Royal Greeting.

“Where is the King?” She asked one of the guards she remembered to be Dargak.

“He is in his study, Your Highness.” He replied with a bow of his head.

“Take me to him, please.” turning to her personal maid, she added, “Henna, you can take our belongings to my former bedroom.”

“Right away, Your Highness.” He turned, leading her towards the entrance of the palace. She followed him, her eyes taking in her environment in familiarity.

Before long, they stood in front of the King’s Chambers. Dargak knocked twice.

“Come in.” Came the hard command from the inside.

She turned to Dargak, “I’ll take it from here. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Your Highness.” He bowed his head before walking away.

Princess Kamara opened the door and walked inside.

Her first thought is that nothing has changed about the Golden Chambers even after six months. Still as beautiful, as masculine, as intimidating as ever.

King Lucien looked up from the scroll he was writing and saw her.

She curtsied for him, “Greetings, Your Majesty.”