The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 64

For the first time in ages, Remeta was determined to get better.

She thought of taking Remeta with her to go to the king, but she doesn’t want to risk it.

Remeta has deep aversion for men because of what she’s been through, and that is why Baski hasn’t allowed any man to visit her child all these months. She also knows that it’s the reason King Lucien didn’t visit.

King Lucien has deep affection for Remeta. She and Declan had been one of the king’s highest weakness back in captivity. King Cone knows this and he exploited those weaknesses mercilessly.

He made ten-year-old Remeta the king’s slave because he knows that it’ll drive King Lucien mad. It did.

All the nights and days he had to listen to Remeta’s screams to whatever King Cone or his guards did to her, he goes berserk. He goes all insane like a wild animal in his cage, and that’s all the satisfaction King Cone wanted.

Then, he’d killed Declan. That, pushed King Lucien to the very edge of madness. He’s still tethering on that edge till today.

The demons of the past he harbors threatens to push him over every single day. Baski knows more than anybody that it isn’t easy for King Lucien to hold on to his sanity.

In the end, Baski left Remeta and Sally alone and went in search of the king. She went to the Royal Court but he’s no longer there.

When she went to his chamber, the guards told him that the king went out for a walk. So she waited for him.

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She waited for hours before she finally saw the king walk into the hallway that leads to his chambers.

She looked really well and observed that he’s walking with a slight limp. It hurt her badly seeing it because she knows that he has overdid it.

She would have walked to him and offered him her body to lean on but she knows that he won’t appreciate it at all. The king doesn’t like being seen in his moment of weakness. He also doesn’t like such offers for him.

Baski wondered what happened in court? Why would he go for such a long walk? Why would he punish himself like that?

“My king.” She bowed her head in greeting.

“Baski.” He said in acknowledgement as he walked in steady strides past her to enter into his chambers.

She walked patiently behind him. Then, she turned and instructed the guards to go to her bedroom to get some herbs. She gave them the name of the herbs and seed they needed to bring before she dismissed them.

She followed the king inside. With each step he took, Baski could imagine the pain he’s in. He walked past his bedroom and entered into the library.

He walked to the chair at the center it and lowered himself on it. Seeing him seated, Baski walked out of the big library to the bathroom and came out with a big bowl filled with water.

She walked towards him and lowered herself in her haunches in front of him. “Please, let me help…”

Silence.

He was leaned back on the chair, his eyes closed. The set angle of his jaw told her more than anything that he’s in physical pain.

He let the silence stretch for so long, only the wind coming in from the window whispered to them.

“Why bother, Baski? It doesn’t matter.” He g*****d finally.

“It will help alleviate the pressure on the leg and reduce the pain. Please…. I want to help.” She pleaded.

When he said nothing else, she took it as her cue. Setting the bowl down, she took hold of his left leg and lifted his clothes up. Carefully, she removed his shoe and socks, then she surveyed the scarred leg.

Slowly, she placed it into the water and started massaging it. Then, the guards brought in her herbs and she applied it on his leg. She grinded the seed too, applying it on his heel down to his ankle.

She worked in silence and she knows that it’s a silence he appreciates. She remembered clearly the day the damage to his leg was made.

It was one of those days he was getting tortured…one of those days he was forced to walk on glass. While the glasses broke the skin of his leg, one of them penetrated deep and stuck on the bone.

Several days later, King Cone finally allowed him medical attention. His leg has been infected and was almost cut off, but the healer was able to cure him in the last minute. The glass was removed but the bone never healed right again.

So, whenever he puts pressure on that leg for so long by walking for hours or standing for so long or carries a weight on that leg, the pain will resurface and the slight limp will be profound.

What happened in court today? Is it something that happened in court?

She stared up at him. His eyes was closed but Baski knows fully well that he isn’t sleeping. He’s gone back to the horrors of the past instead of the brightness of the future.

From the way his body was tense, his memories was overflowing. The pain of the past and his demons clawed at him mercilessly to devour him. To drive him insane.

She knew she had to distract him. She searched her mind fanatically for something to say.

She cleared her throat, “Uhm, My King…. Mistress Vetta was invited to a ball in town. She’s all excited, more excited than I’ve ever seen her before because she’ll be attending her first ball party as the King’s Woman.”

If the information penetrated or not, he showed no reaction whatsoever. Said nothing. Did nothing.

She grabbed for what else to say. Anything to pick his interest and drag him out of the abyss that is the darkness of his mind.

Remembering King Lucien’s love for his people, she cleared her throat again.

“Oh, and in town yesterday, at St. Mark street down to the little village of Yaleh, I heard there’s a good new there. The crops started growing after five years of barren land!” She said excitedly.

His hands only tightened on the arms of the huge chair, sweat gathering on his forehead. It wasn’t working at all.

“Remeta is in the palace, Your highness.” She said to him, unable to hold the information anymore.

She didn’t want to tell him about it when he’s battling his demons but she was getting desperate. Tears pulled in her eyes. She can’t bring herself to imagine which part of the past he was drawn into. He was trapped in….just like Remeta.

She patted his leg reassuringly as her eyes blurred when he gave no reaction to the news. She slumped her shoulders in defeat, the feeling of helplessness rolling off her in waves.

She kept patting his leg so he’ll know that he isn’t alone. She hasn’t been able to help her daughter, how can she help the king?

Poor Remeta who’s as battered as this powerful man seated before her trapped in his mind. She hadn’t been to help her daughter instead, Danika was able to—-

Danika.

Baski stared up at his face, and cleared her throat again. “Danika visited my home today, My King. Danika helped Remeta today and brought her to the palace.”

Silence.

Then, his hands on the arm of the chair relaxed. Ever so slowly, his eyes opened.

“What did you just say?” His spoke in a low hoarse voice.