The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 32

“The king is waiting.” One of the older maids said to her.

Her eyes found her bangle on the nightstand. The gold glistening bangle screamed royalty and it was priceless. She had the urge to wear it.

You’re no longer a princess, Danika.

She looked away from the jewel, got up and walked out of the dressing room towards the King’s Chambers.

When she got to his bedroom, a guard out there informed her that the king is not in his bedroom at the moment. He’s in the bedroom at the end of the hallway.

She thanked the guard and started down the hallway.

On the door, her heart was already beating out of her chest. She knocked once and waited.

“Come in.” The deep voice she hasn’t heard in three noon days came through.

She opened the door and entered the unfamiliar room. She took a brief look around.

A big bed in the center of the room, an old flower in a flower pot at the window, a wooden lantern at the nightstand.

The room screamed royalty, but it also screamed barrenness. Obviously, someone hasn’t been in this room in ages.

The king stood in front of the wall beside the big bed, his hands behind his back, he stared up at the wall. He was dressed in his formal wear.

The more Danika walked into bedroom, she saw that it wasn’t just a wall. It was a painting of a man sitting on a throne.

The King’s father, her mind whispered the knowledge to her as she stared at the painting.

Danika’s mouth went ajar in awe. The painting was that of a man older than king Lucien but the resemblance was very striking.

She walked up behind him and stood several feet behind him. He hasn’t acknowledged her presence in anyway, so she waited him out, saying nothing.

“He fought for a lot when he was still alive.” He spoke at last, surprising her.

“When the fight for the end of slavery proved difficult, he focused on abolish some animalisitic laws in England.”

She bit her lips and said nothing. This topic is so uncomfortable and she suddenly wished she was somewhere else, instead of this place.

Her father killed this king. Danika was very sure that did conversation wouldn’t be ending well for her

“King Sebah sided with him in court and a few other kings, he was almost near to achieving that mission,but then, King Sebah died..”

Danika closed her eyes tight before releasing it. King Sebah is her grandfather. She never knew him because she was still a child when he died.

“And then, King Cone took over. He hated the cause and always disputed it in court. My father kept fighting for it, no matter how much Cone hated it. And then…” He paused a bit, “….Cone killed him and his family, took his throne, took his son and his people into slavery.”

He finally turned and stared at her, his face expressionless. Danika said nothing, just stared at the floor.

She wanted desperately to say she’s sorry, but somehow, she knew that he wouldn’t appreciate that. A memory tugged in her mind about that night…. .

She remember saying she’s sorry.

He remembered him telling her in curt words that he doesn’t need her pity.

“Today is The Mask Festival, but it’s also an Introduction day. You’re getting introduced again, Danika.” He announced curtly.

All the b***d drained from Danika’s face and she went as pale as a ghost.

Tears of anger and hurt and shame and dread, pulled in her eyes.

Did he arrange another introduction for her? Does he hate her that much? Why would he want her to go through something so painful degrading and shameful?

She squeezed her hands tight in front of her and bit her lips hard. The floor was blurry, because the tears was too much.

She’d always prepared herself for the worse. Always. But, hearing this made her realize that she isn’t prepared for this.

“Y-Yes, Master.” She whispered at last, her voice hoarse.

The king was watching her carefully. He read all her facial reaction to the news, but he said nothing more to her, did nothing. It’s okay for her to think anything she likes.

Then, his eyes zeroed in on the faint red bruise on her cheek. “Who stuck you across the face?” He asked.

The question, so unexpectedly, threw her off balance. She raised a hand and caressed that stinging part of her cheek.

The question reminded her of that slave trainer, and now, her heart became heavy. She’d told herself not to think about him all afternoon. Did she kill him?

But the king was waiting for her to answer his question. Her throat worked tightly as she swallowed. “K-Karandy, the slave trainer.”

“Why?”

Danika shifted uncomfortably at her feet. The king doesn’t know that Baski gave orders for her to stop working. Or does he?

She knows that he won’t do anything about it, but she decided to tell him the whole truth anyway. She has nothing to loose. Karandy would still hurt her badly if he’d survived what she did to him.

“He’s b-been making advances at me for some time. He wants to have s€x with me and he threatens that the k-king doesn’t have to find out.” She stole a peek at him before she lowered her head.

He said nothing, but she would’ve sworn that his eyes darkened.

“So, today he cornered me at the back of the palace and wanted to f-force his advances. He stuck me on the cheek and he tore my clothes too, but I was able to kick him hard in his unmentionables and escaped.”

Silence. The silence stretched.

Danika felt compelled to add, “I did hit him really hard with some wooden plank before I was able to escape.”

Lucien stared at her for so long that Danika wished she could read minds. She needed to know what is going through the mind of this man.

“Kneel.”

One word that had Danika’s knees hitting the ground and her heart beating faster.

He took measured steps and stood in front of her. His hand palmed her jaw and he forced her head up, for her to stare into the bottomless pit of his cold eyes.

“Is it true. All of it?” He asked curly.

“Yes, master.”

“Why should I believe whatever you say?”

“Y-You have no reason to, My King.”

“But you say it anyway.”

“Yes, master.”

His callous hand caressed her collar and panic seized her. “If I find out you lied to me, I will punish you severely, Danika.”

Danika doesn’t think there’s another punishment worse than another introduction in the midst of mighty vipers that just wants to devour her, but she kept her opinion to herself anyway.

“Y-Yes, master.”

He released her and stepped back. “Guards!?” He called, without taking his eyes away from her.

“Yes, your majesty!” The door opened and two guards entered.

“Check on the slave trainer, Karandy, and get back to me about him when I come back from court.”

“Yes, your Majesty.” They bowed their head and ran out.

“Rise.”

Danika rose from the floor, her heart in her throat.

He walked closer to her. “Look at me.”