The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 73

Finally, he raised his head and stared at her, “I don’t hear a question there, Vetta.”

“It just baffles me, Your Majesty. Why you should let your slave move into the Royal Quarters…into Princess Melia’s bedroom…and the slave also happens to be King Cone’s daughter.”

“I didn’t move King Cone’s daughter to that bedroom. I moved Remeta.” He reached out for a new scroll and unfolded slowly. He laid it down on the table and scrutinized it thoughtfully.

“Remeta?” What has that got to do with Baski’s crazy daughter? She asked herself inwardly.

He spared her a glance. “Have you seen little Remeta, lately?”

“No, Your highness. The last time I saw her, six months ago, she screamed her head off at the first sight of me.” She answered flippantly.

He discarded the scroll and stretched out his hand to the bag before him, he took out another new one.

“You have to see her today, Vetta. She’s willing to get better and it’s because of Danika. She wants to stay with Danika. I’m letting her. “

“Why Danika? What’s so special about her?” She asked in complete anger and bewilderment.

Silence. Thick silence. Her question hung on the air.

He got up and walked into his library. Vetta waited impatiently.

Finally, he came out with a file and walked back to his chair. He lowered himself on it. When the silence dragged, Vetta gave up that he would answer.

“Remeta thinks her Royalty. She calls her Royalty and because of that, she feels safe with Danika.” He g*****d at last.

Vetta wasn’t understanding any of these at all. And when did she go from being called ‘his slave’ to ‘Danika’!?

She lost it. “But, she’s a slave. She’s filthy! She’s has become a slave, that is what she is. She’s not royalty anymore, she lost that status when she became a slave!”

The king stiffened. He raised his head and gave her his full attention for a full minute. “I was a slave for ten years. Does it mean I stopped being Royalty in your eyes, Vetta?”

Her eyes widened and she gasped in horror. Shit, why didn’t she just control her anger!?

She knelt down immediately and bowed her head. “I’m s-so sorry, Your Majesty. That wasn’t what I meant to imply….”

He lowered his head again to his scroll.

“I am busy. You’re dismissed.” He stated as he scribbled down on the new scroll.

Vetta felt so ashamed. Why didn’t she just control her mouth for heaven’s sake!?

But then, she fumed silently. He isn’t giving her attention at all! What’s so important that he can’t leave it to attent to her? His mistress?

“Yes, My King.” She bowed her head, doing her best to curb her fury. She walked out.

Outside the door, she stood there fuming badly. Anger was all she could breath.

Danika is Royalty, Danika is Royalty, Danika is Royalty! Why does these words have to be the only words she’s hearing since today!?

She fisted her hands angrily. No, she can’t take this anymore. She wouldn’t.

And she knows what to do.

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“Chad.” King Lucien called after Vetta left.

The door opened and Chad entered. He bowed his head. “You summoned me, My King.”

He raised the finished scroll and folded it neatly. He reached for another scroll and unwrapped it.

Chad waited patiently for him.

“Go and tell Danika, I summon her.” He g*****d at last.

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Danika entered the chamber of the king with her heart in her throat. It’s been that way since Chad summoned her.

He was sitting behind his desk, his brows knitted, his jaw set in the usual hard angle as he scribbled down on the scroll.

She bowed her head. “You summoned me, Master.”

“Get over here.” He didn’t spare her a glance.

She strode across the big bedroom towards him, she stopped a feet away from him. Why her heart was beating a drum in her chest, she can’t understand.

“Sit down.”

She lowered herself to the floor next to him.

Finally, he raised his head and stared at her. Only for a moment. He reached into the bag of scrolls and withdrew a brand new unwritten scroll. He handed it to her.

Her worry dissolved and peace settled in her heart. Already, she was anticipating the serenity and the peace of working with him.

He handed her a manuscript, writing feather and a small bottle of ink. She took it graciously and arranged them on the floor.

“I overslept.” He glared at her accusingly. “Now, I have a lot of work to do.”

Danika doesn’t know what to say to that, so she kept her mouth shut. He faced his desk after that, and continued scribbling.

She started reading, translating and writing. They worked in silence. She concentrated on the manuscript and translated every single sentence with care.

Suddenly, the door opened. “My King, I—” Vetta’s voice cut off as soon as it started as she watched the king and Danika work together.

“Get out.” He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t spare her a glance.

“Y-Yes, My King.” She fumed silently. She’d wanted to come and remind him about the hunting tomorrow… Only to see this!

So, he writes with her? She doesn’t even know something like this happens. Why does that bitch have to know how to read and write!?

Danika never looked up at her, she was too concentrated on her work to do that. And it only made the mistress more angry.

No acknowledgement from the slave whatsoever! And the king isn’t doing anything about it!

She turned and matched out angrily.

It only solidified her resolve to go through with the plans she has for Danika. There’s no way she’s letting her conscience get in the way at all!

If anybody deserves to experience what pain and horror feels like, it’s the proud daughter of King Cone!