The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 107

Danika can only watch what was happening. She was too stunned. Too shocked.

After Vetta stormed off, Kamara turned her attention to her. She stretched out her hand.

Danika placed her hand into hers, and she helped her up from the ground.

“Thank you so much for your help, Princess Kamara. I appreciate.” Danika said sincerely. She never expected this at all.

Kamara waved her off. “Oh, stop with the ‘Princess Kamara’, not from your mouth too. I get sick and tired of hearing it sometimes.”

“Oh…” She doesn’t know what to say to that.

“You can call me Kamara, and I will call you Danika.”

“But that’s not proper. I’m n-no longer a princess, I’m now a slave.” Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“The clothes don’t matter. What matters is the b***d running through your veins.” Princess Kamara quoted, “My mother always says that to me.”

“Your mother must be a good woman.” Danika said hesitantly. This princess is not what she expected, but she felt relief filling her spine like a new breath of fresh air.

She’d spend weeks worrying about the arrival of the new princess. How she’ll behave to her? If she’ll make life more hell for her?

Her relief was so apparent that she had to blink back tears. Princess Kamara is not a bad person.

Even if she is, at least she isn’t being bad now.

“Thank you so much for helping me with the mistress.” Danika repeated, dusting off her dress. “She has always hated me.”

“She’s bound to. You’re a King’s Slave. You should see the way the mistresses in our kingdom treat the King’s Slaves. It’s all because of jealousy and greed.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I don’t know why they bother to give do that. A mistress can never be a queen.” Kamara stated.

And a slave can never be a queen too, Danika thought inwardly. Waves of sadness crushed through her.

Kamara began walking and she fell into steps with her.

The maids and servants that bypassed them couldn’t help noticing that two princesses are walking together. One might be dressed in expensive gown, and the other was dressed in a simple gown devoid of lace… And yet, the both emitted the aura of royalty.

The steady footsteps. The high rise of their shoulders. The lifted chin. The graceful way their hands were buried together in their midriff.

Instead of a princess and a slave, palace workers saw two princesses on an evening walk. They bowed to both as they passed.

“I’m sorry about what happened with your father. We heard all about it.” Princess Kamara said to Danika.

“I’m not. My father deserved what he got.” She told the princess truthfully.

Princess Kamara shrugged. “He might have, but you sure don’t. You know, I’ve always admired you. As Princess Danika, you were everything every princess wanted to be; Regal, elegant, sophisticated and fierce.”

“You spoke so well, and you wrote so well. Not to mention, reading so fluently. You were such a good princess and a good leader.” Princess Kamara concluded, sparing her a sideways glance.

“I’m sure the princess rebels would have disagreed with you.” Danika smiled at the reminder of a beautiful life that was once hers.

“The rebels are stupid.”

“Thank you so much, Princ— Kamara.” She corrected herself softly.

“You’re welcome. It must be hell, being a slave. I can’t imagine it.” Kamara shuddered just at the thought of it.

“It takes some getting used to.” Danika admitted.

Footsteps sounded and Henna came running back to them. She brought a bowl of water and Princess Kamara watched her hands in it. Then, she carried it away.

“You shouldn’t let her beat you around, you know.” Kamara said, wiping her hands, “The mistress, I mean. You were always so fierce, you shouldn’t let that change because your status changed. People will walk all over you.”

“Oh, but it has to change, Kamara. The things we do to survive. It’s not easy surviving as a slave.” She confided softly, staring into space.

“Yeah, I can’t imagine. It must be tiring.”

Danika found her condition so many things before, but she has never found it tiring. But the truth is that these days, she has become so tired of it.

Would death really be such a bad idea? She asked herself for the first time in a long time.

Danika shrugged. “You’re right. Being a slave… It’s tiring.” a small sad smile crossed her lips, “But, I think it’s for the best…being in this position.”

“Why?” Kamara asked curiously.

She looked her in the eyes. “Because I got to understand the heart of slaves.”

“Oh…” Kamara cocked her head to the side as she thought about it.

“But, I’m worried. I don’t want you to get in trouble because you defended me.” Danika said in concern, looking away.

Kamara was worried about that too, but she’ll cross that bridge later. The only person she has no authority over is the king and he might even punish her for it.

“It doesn’t matter though. I got to release some of my anger on that mistress, and that’s all that matters to me. I’ve been so angry…” she paused, “it’s a long story.”

Danika saw the pain that flickered in her eyes before she said the last words.

She was going to ask her what the matter is, when Baski came out of the palace building. “Danika? You’re needed at the backyard.”

“Alright, I’m coming.” She called back.

Baski bowed her head to the new princess before she walked back to the building.

Kamara turned to her. “Till we meet again.”

“Thank you so much for earlier.”

“You’ve thanked me for it before.” Kamara smiled a little before she straightened and began walking away.

Danika watched her with a hurting heart. Her thoughts went back to the king.

Very soon, Princess Kamara will marry the king. She will grace his bed and she will bear his children. She will be the future Queen of Salem.

The knowledge was hurting so badly, it hurt more than the pain she’s feeling in her butt from her fall.

But, amidst that hurt, she was grateful that Kamara is a good princess. After everything the king has been through, he does not need a wicked woman. A woman like his mistress.

And, if she will make the king happy, then it will be okay for her.

As she began walking towards the palace building, her heart was still hurting. And tears was burning her eyes.

She misses the king so much. Just the very sight of him. It doesn’t matter if she has to gaze upon him when he’s wearing his usual scowl on his face.

She wondered how he’s doing now?

Is he working well? Is he resting well? Is he sleeping well?

Does he ever think of her…? Even for a little bit, does he ever think of her?

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