The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 144

“Sir Declan had once talk about marriage to me, My King. I know he will be happy for me on this day, if he was here.”

King Lucien blinked hard and shook his head to get Chad’s heartfelt words away from his mind.

But, the words kept whispering into his mind over and over again, until he drew taut with tension like a drawn bow.

If only Declan was alive…

Chad had made the innocent comment after his wedding while he was greeting and thanking him for attending his special day. He’d clamped his mouth shut immediately he said those words and apologized regretfully.

“Declan is not some forbidden topic, just because he’s dead. It’s okay, Chad.” Those were the words the king replied with.

But the harm has been done. If only Declan Declan was still alive… If any of his family was still alive…

He is all alone in the world. His mother, his father, his sister and then, his cousin. All killed by one monster.

But, as the day progressed, those words tormented him. Declan and his horrible death tormented him until he developed a pounding headache.

His shoulders weighted heavily. Restlessness filled him.

He spent the rest of the day in court and by evening, he was back in his chambers with a cold heart and a hard face.

He got behind his desk and unrolled a new scroll. He has to send a petition to the Kingdom of Ijipt on the morning of the morrow.

The door opened and Baski entered. She took one look at him and her steps faltered. A huge frown marred his face, and tension came off him in waves. The frown isn’t unfamiliar, but there was something slightly different about it.

Cold. The raw coldness she hasn’t seen in his face for a while was right there.

He spared her a glance and took in the wooden cup she carried. He said nothing, but his eyes asked the questions.

“I m-made you a tea for headache and relaxation, Your Highness.” Baski forced herself to answer with a braveness she doesn’t feel.

He focused back on the scroll in front of him. “You know that those herbs do not work so well on me, Baski.”

“I know, My King, but this one will definitely work.” She began walking closer to him, “It’s a new recipe I decide to try today.”

She offered it to him so expectantly. He paused and took the wooden cup from her. He downed the content in one swing of his arm.

Only the king will drink something so awfully bitter with such a cold straight face, Baski thought as she watched him sadly.

She took the empty cup from him and stood, racked with indecision. She knows that something troubled him…something very terrible that must have caused such coldness and tension in him.

As Baski watched him uncertainly, she doesn’t know how to go about the reason she came. She’d wanted to find a way to tell him about Remeta’s gift and foresightedness.

Baski knows that if she can tell him all about her daughter and he believes her, that will be the first step of warming him up for the news of Danika’s pregnancy. For the news that a woman is carrying his child.

All that will be remaining is for her to find a way to coax Remeta to come and talk to him about the child. This part, she knows will not be easy because Remeta doesn’t talk until she is ‘pushed’ to, by her gift.

Will cross that bridge later. First things first…

Baski glanced at him again and tried to find a way to start, but he allowed his inked feather to drop suddenly.

He looked up at her with cold blue eyes, “You can go, Baski, I want to be alone.”

“Of course, Your Highness.” She will try another day when his mood isn’t so black and scary. Oh, whatever is going through that head of his?

She bowed to him and turned towards the door. She took two steps when he called her back.

“Baski.” His voice was cold and hard.

“Yes, My King?” She turned expectantly.

“Tell Danika I summon her.”

Fear and worry slid down her old spine. Summoning Danika in a mood like the one he is cannot be a good thing.

Baski thought fast, “Danika isn’t around, Your King, she—“

He only glanced up at her. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to, his chilling blue eyes said it all.

“I will find her, Your Highness.” Baski whispered.

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Sally and her husband arrived in their new house, a feeling of excitement and peace was apparent their expressions and the way they look at each other.

They held hands all the while, since they were seated in the carriage, and now in the confinement of their new home, they were reluctant to let each other go.

They changed out of their wedding clothes and headed outside. Most of the day they spent lying out at the beach all cuddled up. They weren’t strangers to being in each other’s arms because that was how they spent the last few months.

Always pressed together, always touching each other innocently. And now, they’re married.

Sally has been nervous all day because of what this night means for them. But, now in his arms, she let nothing worry her. They talked about little little thing already used to talking with each other. They enjoyed the peace and quietness of the beach.

The sound of water flowing before them and the warm touch of the evening air. It was beautiful.

Sally began noticing that her husband has grown really silent with the progress of time. “Is anything the matter…?” She whispered, her head on his chest, her finger trailing his parch of hair.

Chad looked down at his wife, he still cant believe that she’s finally his. He does not deserve this woman but he would look his blessings in the eyes.

He can only make sure that this beautiful woman who is a box of sunshine wouldn’t reject marrying him for the rest of their lives. Will makes sure that she’s always happy.

“I was too excited about our union, I’m afraid I must have said something to the king I shouldn’t have.” He admitted, his hand stroking her soft auburn mass.

“Really…?” she bit her lips in concern. “Is it something so bad…? Is he mad at us?”

Chad shook his head, hating the sad concern on her face. “No, dearing. He isn’t mad at us but it does put him in a sore mood. I just hope he’ll be alright. The king has no one, and I have always been by his side for so many years. I hope he’ll be alright.”

Sally was having the same thought. Her Princess has no one and she has been with her for such a long time. She wishes that Danika will be alright.

“He is a strong man. He will be fine.” Sally said, rubing his chest in slight reassurance.

Chad nodded distractedly. He knows the kind of man the king is and it worries him.

A damaged man in every aspect of that word, the king will rather push people away than let them get too close to him.

Already, the former princess Danika is working her way into the king’s heart and he’s completely unaware of it. Chad wishes it remains that way for long.

Because, it will be a rocky road when it dawns on the very stubborn broken man who has lost every single one in his life in a very brutal way, that he is falling in love with the daughter of his nightmare creator.

Chad hopes that he wouldn’t be hurting Danika, and himself, too much when that time comes. Because, if any man ever derserves to be happy, it is the king.

If any man deserves to laugh again, it is king Lucien.