The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 70

As the king slept in her arms, Danika stood there, still patting his head. She wouldn’t mind standing there for hours if it’ll make him sleep well. He is a man that never sleeps.

Time dragged by, his laboured breaths filled the air. His arms around her loosened, but never fell away.

His hair was so soft, she just wanted to keep running her hands on it. She didn’t know she started humming until a new soft sound joined his breathing in the air.

She wished there was a way to erase the past fifteen years of his life. Of all their lives. But then again, wishes has never been horses, or beggars would have rode it too.

Suddenly, the door burst open and Mistress Vetta walked into the King’s Chambers. She stopped suddenly at the sight in front of her, her lips gapping apart in shock.

Danika lowered her head in a bow of greeting, bit she didn’t stop patting the King’s hair or humming to him.

Vetta couldn’t believe the sight in front of her. The king has his arm wrapped loosely around Danika while she patted his head and hummed a song to him.

He is sleeping. The king is sleeping…even in a sitting position.

The scene was hurting Vetta’s eyes too much, her mind was overridden with so much anger and rage, she almost doubled over. The jealousy she was feeling was too much.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She did her best to keep her whispered voice neutral…even as her insides were burning.

“The king is sleeping, Mistress. I am patting his head and singing to him to have a better sleep.”

Vetta knows that she should be happy that the king is finally able to rest his head in sleep, but the happiness was nowhere to be seen. Other feelings overrode it too much.

She glared at the woman in slave uniforms but has the bearing of a princess. Even in a standing position that must obviously be uncomfortable if she has stood for so long, the woman managed to look so elegant as she patted the King’s hair like a pianist would play with keynotes.

Vetta wanted her out. Out of the King’s life. Out of the palace. Out of Salem.

“He is sleeping already. Gently lay him out on the bed and get out!” Vetta hissed, her shoulders shaking with barely-controlled rage.

As the king slept in her arms, Danika stood there, still patting his head. She wouldn’t mind standing there for hours if it’ll make him sleep well. He is a man that never sleeps.

Danika saw the way the mistress was practically boiling over even as she was doing her best to hide it. She decided that it’ll be good not to protest.

“Yes Mistress.” She muttered.

Gently, she moved forward until the King’s head touched the bed. He laid down on it and she helped raise his legs to lie down too.

All done, she stepped back. But her arm was suddenly grabbed by the mistress. She hauled her out of the bedroom until they walked out of the King’s Chambers.

“What do you think you’re doing!?” Vetta snarled at her.

Danika’s heart was beating out of her chest, but outside, she looked cool and calm at the mistress. “I did nothing, mistress. I was only following the king’s orders.”

Vetta grabbed hold of her hair and yanked so hard on it, she pulled several strands from the root as she drew Danika’s face closer to hers.

“Keep to your dirty filthy lane, you slave!” She hissed. “Do NOT go around putting your hands on people who’s in higher class than you are!”

Even from the bedroom, Danika had expected her to drag her by the hair and so when it came, she didn’t cry out from the intense pain. Instead, she bit the insides her lips so hard to keep from crying out.

“I was only following the king’s orders.” She repeated again through gritted teeth.

“That’s a lie! You’re intentionally messing with him! Who do you think you are!?”

The hallway is empty and the mistress’s hand on her hair was really hurting her. She’s had enough.

She held Vetta’s hand and yanked it away from her hair. Vetta gasped, surprise dulling the rage and anger for a bit.

Danika arranged her curls by running her hand through her hair, she avoided her burning scalp and massaged her hair till it’s better.

Then, her eyes met and held Vetta’s burning gaze. She squared her shoulders, “I am Danika, mistress. The king’s slave, that is who I am.”

She started walking past an angry Vetta and stopped a few steps past her. She swiveled her head to the side.

“For twenty-two years, I was Princess Danika, the princess of Mombana kingdom. My status have fallen, mistress, but a few months doesn’t take away years of upbringing and conditioning…years of class.”

“Please, forgive me for putting my hands on people in a better class than I am, but it was the King’s orders.” She turned her head forward and walked away.

Vetta stood there with her mouth gapping open.

That bitch yanked her hand away from her hair!? She dared speak to her about the past!? Did she just intentionally remind her that she was once a princess and she, Vetta, was once a slave!?

Did she just remind her that she was born royalty and she, Vetta, was born a slave!?

How. Dare. Her!?

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“I can’t believe this bedroom is ours now!” Sally cried with so much excitement, hours after she came back from the market.

At first, she’d been panicked when she saw their bedroom being emptied. But then, she’d heard that they were moving to the Royal Quarters, and she just can’t believe it!

Danika smiled up at her, standing beside her, they stared at Remeta who was sleeping on the bed.

Baski had brought lunch earlier for her and Remeta, and she’d made Remeta eat hers. It made her mother really happy, and when she’d asked her how the king is doing, Danika also told her that the king is sleeping.

The happiness in Baski’s face can never be overemphasized. The woman had tears of happiness in her eyes, and after what the king told her about his relationship with Baski, she finally understood on a person level…how much the older woman loves the king so maternally.

Now, they watched Remeta lying down on the bed. Sally bit her lips hard, “Now that we’re no longer in the slave’s quarters…d-do you think the king will allow me to keep staying with you, My Princess?”

Danika turned to her, seeing the helpless look on her eyes.