The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 40

In the comfort of his room, King Lucien wrote notes the financial status of the lower market of Salem and it’s improvements.

Naturally, it should be the Royal Accountant writing about it, but he’d instructed the accountant to leave it. Not because of anything else, but it’s a good way to exhause the body.

Who knows, he might sleep relatively well tonight.

He considered going to Vetta’s room. Then, he’d put out the consideration, the financial books do need updating.

As he wrote, the girl’s screams came banging at the back of his head. With each scribble, her agonizing scream rose in his head. And then, he’d seen Danika.

Today, he saw a different Danika. He saw the princess, and he saw the slave. He didn’t see Cone’s daughter.

As he wrote, her face stood at the back of his mind. Her pain as her former personal maid screamed behind the door.

Why did the sight of it affect him so much?

Maybe, it’s because he looked at her and saw himself. Each pain on her face mirrored his on that very day Declan died. The helplessness…

He never expected to see her that way. Maybe because he underestimated the love between those two young women.

The girl, Sally, who gave up freedom to come and stay here as a slave…just to stay close to Danika. The girl, Sally, who was filled with fear and terror, but she determiningly took her place in court.

He could still remember the determination in her eyes. It mirrored the familiar look on Declan’s face. On Chad’s face.

But, when her scream came, and the reactions from Danika followed, It had taken everything in him not to go in there and declare war.

But, even at the face of such painful circumstances, his brain reminded him about the condition of his people.

The people of Salem are still vulnerable. Five years is a small time to have freedom that’s been taken away for ten long years. Everyone is still trying to pick up the pieces of their battered lives.

He’s fail himself, his people, his father, and everything he fought for in the past fifteen years if he’d declared war against five kingdoms.

Even if Salem was at it’s strongest, war against five kingdoms is impossible. Needless to say that Salem will loose and slavery will be theirs again.

And, if miraculously, there was no war, there will never be a chance for a better life for the lowborns.

The kingdoms thinks he solicitates reluctantly and unaffectedly, they needn’t know that it’s personal to him. They needn’t know it’s a passionate drive for him, because if they do they’ll see it as a weakness and they’ll use it against him.

He withdrew his writing feather and stuck it into the ink bottle, his head pounding.

Even in captivity, he’d had to make a lot of choices for freedom. Those choices are among the demons that lie on that bed with him when he sleeps….those demons that hover around him every long hours of wakefulness.

He dropped the feather and stared at the sleeping tea Baski kept on the desk. He took it and drank it.

When Declan died, the pain almost broke him. Now, he wondered how Danika is coping under such suffocating pain?

Danika woke at the first scream she heard. Sally was twisting and struggling beside her, screaming her lungs out.

“Sally…! Sally, it’s me!” She tried to wake her, but she wouldn’t stir. Her eyes were locked tight as she twisted her body on the bed.

Danika remembered what Baski told her about making sure Sally’s stitches doesn’t pull. She tried to get Sally to still, but sally started crying.

Tears filled Danika’s hurting eyes immediately and she ran out of that bed in search of Baski. The woman had told her that she won’t be going home tonight, and Danika hoped to the heavens that she’s still at the palace.

When she checked her bedroom at the maid’s quarters and saw her, she started sobbing with relief.

“It’s Sally! It’s S-Sally! She’s restless! She—” she could barely get the words out.

“It’s okay, Danika, it’s okay.” Baski got up and slipped her legs into her slippers.

As they hurried away, she stuck her head to one bedroom of the maids. “Uyah!” She called.

The girl woke immediately. “Madam Baski.” She rubbed her eyes to clear the sleep.

“Run to the medicine man’s house and get him!”

“Yes, Madam Baski.”

They ran to the underground room and they heard her screams as they got closer. She still laid on the bed, twisting and struggling.

Baski climbed the bed and started talking to her. As she talked, she held Sally’s hands and asked Danika to hold her legs to still her before she opens her wounds.

But as they held her body captive, it seems to be worse. Sally’s body was so hurt, she was running a high fever. The captivity made her run mad even while she still wasn’t conscious.

She cried louder and started pleading as she struggled. “Please, stop…please….stop!” She cried.

The agonizing cry tore Danika’s heart open. “Baski stop, please let her go! Holding her captive is making it worse!” She cried.

She let go of her legs and Baski let go of her hands. She was still twisting and crying when Danika slid up her body and laid beside her.

“Sally, it’s Danika… Sally, please listen to my voice and stop…!” She cried, but Sally was unable to hear.

Her sobs grew louder, her cries so painful to hear.

“She doesn’t know Danika. She doesn’t know you as Danika.” Baski said to her.

Danika processed her words in her chaotic mind. Then, she leaned closer and caressed Sally’s cheek. “Sally? It’s your princess…. Please, stop… It’s Princess Danika.”

She stilled immediately. “M-My Princess?” Her voice was tiny and filled with fear.

“Yes! Yes, Sally it’s me.” Danika patted her burning cheeks, kissing her forehead.

Sally relaxed on the bed and released a deep breath. “My princess….” She trailed off as her body went lax and her breathing laboured out.

Danika allowed the strength to leave her own body. The strength left….but the tears remained.