The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 30

Sally has gone to the mines too. Left alone, Danika needed some fresh air outdoor.

She got up and slipped her legs into her sandals. She looked around. Her room looks beautiful because of the way Sally decorated it.

She smiled taking in the new features. The fresh flowers. The lightbulbs. The new floor carpets. Already, she was counting the minutes before Sally comes back again.

She walked out of the palace and took a first visit to the library where she spent a good number of time.

It was afternoon by the time she got back into the palace and strode towards the garden of the palace. She was staring at them with fascination when her back prickled.

Someone is watching her.

She look behind her and stared up. There she stood at the window, staring at her with eyes filled with so much loathing. Vetta, the king’s mistress.

The woman was still holed up in her room and from the look on her face, Danika could see that the woman is not happy about that at all.

In fact, the woman looked like she’s half-way out of her mind in the captivity. Danika bowed her head slightly in greeting.

Vetta only glared harder at her. Her hate for Danika only grew in her state of confinement.

After staying in this place for so many hours, she was so agigated and she felt so caged. She hated–HATED–seeing the bitch responsible for her predication.

How can something like this happen to her? Just because of a stupid slave!?

Vetta tried to calm herself. She’s already well-rested and her head is working best. She will deal with Danika so much!

Only this time around….she’ll deal with her in a much better way. She just has to come up with a much better plan that’ll get rid of the bitch one way or another.

Danika saw the way Vetta was staring at her. She stared right back at the woman without ducking her head like a coward. This wicked woman that almost killed her.

Danila didn’t come this far to be killed by anybody. She already got this far. And one day, she will have her freedom again. One day, she will pick up the pieces of her life.

She would never be a princess again, but she can be a scholar. She is far more educated than even the most educated privileged women in these kingdoms.

Finally, she ignored the look of loathing the woman was sending her way, with her head held high, she walked away from the garden.

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Baski didn’t know how long she cried. She finished crying and wiped her eyes clean. It doesn’t matter who she cried for. Some things just can’t be helped or changed.

She turned to walk out of the door when it opened again, and the king strode in. If he was surprised that she’s still there, he didn’t let it show.

He walked towards his wardrobe, withdrew his belt of gold and fixed it around his waist. He saw her teary face and his lips thinned.

She hesitated, “Can I ask if a-another kingdom sent their messenger already?”

“Four kingdoms sent their messengers. I got news that there’s a fifth kingdom, but there’s no messenger yet.”

“Oh.” She lowered her head. She felt sad. There is no getting out of it this time. Even king Lucien can’t stop it

He looked her in the eyes then. “I am working to abolish the tradition of introduction of the king’s slaves. I want to abolish a lot of traditions too, but they are not easy. Not at all. And they will take a lot of time but I won’t give up.” he palmed his head like he has some terrible headache, “Some traditions has to go.”

It dawned on Baski then that he isn’t as unaffected as she thought. He’s just doing the greatest job at hiding it.

She nodded, “I know, my king. I know you never give up! And even if you fail in your mission for a better life for all of us low-borns, we all know it’s not because of lack of trying, my king.” She said passionately.

His Adam’s apple worked as he swallowed. “You give so much credit to a king that no longer has a heart, Baski. A king that can’t feel.” I turned his back to her, “It is only duty and my sense of responsibility for my people guiding me.”

Baski wanted to tell him that he still has a heart because of all the good he’s been doing and all his battles for them.

Just a sense of responsibility would never have won all the battle king Lucien has fought for them….the battles he fights for them everyday.

Most of these scrolls he writes day and night are petitions to all the twelve kingdoms all over England. He is trying to right so many wrongs in this dark world….

It’s difficult. Because the people who are supposed to be the ones to come together and grant those petitions are the people who are enjoying the ‘wrongs’ too much.

Baski took in his face thoroughly, and her chest hurts for him. He is fighting for others, but who will fight for him?

His demons remained unslained and yet, he tries to slay the demons of others. To fight for helpless people like Remeta.

Tears prickled the older woman’s eyes. “We will follow you to hell and back!….just like we did before, my king.” She stated firmly.

“You give so much credit to a king that can’t father an heir to his throne, Baski.” His cold eyes met hers, but Baski could see the underlying pain behind them.

He still has a heart…even though it’s rusty from unuse. What affects Baski the most is that she hopes the king won’t loose what’s left from that heart after today.

Would it tear him out to have to watch the other kings introduce his slave?

Forced-s*x happen all the time in the world of slavery and it’s one of the most natural thing in their world. But even at the time of their captivity, King Lucien has always found it hard to watch it happen.

He fights tooth and nail to stop it from happening, even in chains. He hated watching it happen. Watching an introduction. Loathed it immensely.

Maybe that was why King Cone made sure he always watched. Why he made sure that king Lucien was always there…..staring…hearing the screams…but unable to do a thing about it.

Would it have felt good if the wicked king was alive to hear his own daughter’s screams of excruciating pain today?

He would probably roll around in the grave hearing it.