The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 157

“I feel very disrespected.” She conceded softly.

That’s something. Vetta nodded in satisfaction, “It’s very bad for him to treat you this way. And Danika pretends to be your friend, but she goes right behind you and sleep with the king during YOUR courting week.”

Kamara said nothing to that. Instead, she resumes walking. Vetta followed closely behind her.

“So, what are you going to do about this?” Vetta urged her.

“I do not know. What am I going to do about that?” She kept walking.

“There are so many things you can do about that. The king disrespected you in such a bald way, you can go to him, stand your ground and demand from him. He will do your wish because he did wrong.”

“And, what do I demand from him?”

“To make Danika a Mine Slave, instead of the King’s Slave. You can also have her whipped for such insolence.”

Kamara turned to her, “And why would I want to do that?”

“What?”

“The king is the only one with the right to summon his slaves and his command cannot be disobeyed. He summoned her and she she responded. I do not see how this is her fault.” She stated matter-of-factly.

“How can you think that!?” Vetta couldn’t believe this, she was almost breathing fire in sheer frustration.

Kamara crossed her arms. “Tell me, Mistress. Have you ever been in love?”

Vetta opened her mouth to shout to her that she loves the king! And that is why she’s trying to have him to herself!

But, telling the King’s future Queen that you loves the King is NOT a good idea. She kept her mouth shut.

“My guess is that you have never been in love.” Kamara continued, “You do not know what it’s like to be in love, Mistress. Maybe, that is why you are so bitter.”

Vetta was taken aback. “Why are you insulting ME!? How is this MY fault!?”

Kamara cocked her head to the side in thought, her well-brushed hair falling in front of her. “Why do you hate the King’s Slave so much? Shouldn’t you be happy that the king has only one slave? Only one mistress? Other kings has more than twenty.”

Yes, but I bet they cannot have the king feeling so attracted to them. It’s almost like Danika has a powerful man like King Lucien in her control! And she is even King Cone’s daughter!

Vetta swallowed those words. Instead, she replied, “I don’t hate her.”

“Liar.” Kamara whispered.

Vetta resumed walking. “Anyway, I saw something I know isn’t fair to you, that was why I came to call you. Obviously, I have done something so wrong for trying to bring such disrespectful act to your notice.”

Kamara said nothing and resumed walking too.

Vetta felt a small amount of victory. No matter how much the princess looks indifferent and what her reasons are for her not to want to take immediate actions, Vetta would swear that the Princess does feel disrespected.

That in itself is a victory on it’s own. The woman is a vixen. If she places Danika on her bad side, that will be a very bad thing for the bitch. Vetta smiled.

Atleast she wouldn’t be only one Princess Kamara hates.

This woman really hates her for reasons she don’t even know. And the worst part of it, is that the king is planning to get married to her.

What in old bones will happen to her when this woman becomes the Queen? She might even find a reason to order her death one day.

Maybe, she should try making friends with her. If she’s going to be the queen—IF—maybe she can try to be friends with the bitchy princess.

It will also work in her favor if the princess is on her side.

Danika will suffer more. And together, they will push Danika away. Then, she will push the princess away and the king will be hers ALONE. Again.

That thought intact in her head, she slowed her steps, so that the princess will catch up with her.

“So, how is it back home?” She asked in an effort to make a conversation.

“I do not understand.” Princess Kamara replied without sparing her a glance.

“I mean, how is it like back in your kingdom. I’ve never really known a lot of places, you see. The only place I know is Salem, and then, Mombana, when we were taken into slavery. We really suffered, you know.” She confided.

Just as Vetta predicted, the princess lost some hard lines on her face. Pity always gets more to people than conversations.

Vetta smiled inwardly, and continued as they rounded another hallway that led back to Kamara’s Chambers, “It wasn’t easy being under the reign of Cone. He was—”

“King Cone.”

“What?”

Kamara spared her a glance. “He is King Cone. Just because he was wicked and brutal…and dead, didn’t make him any less of a king. He was a king. He was Royalty. Address him as one.”

Vetta gritted her teeth. This princess is almost more annoying than Danika. Almost.

“It wasn’t easy being under the reign of…King Cone. He was a brutal and heartless man. He treated us like dirt because we were slaves.”

They reached Kamara’s Chambers as she continued. “I remember that time it became a routine for me to get whipped, and beaten and raped and brutalized all in one day. It was so horrible—”

“And yet, you treat slaves that way now.”

“What?”

Kamara stopped and turned to her. “You treat slaves like there are not worth the leather shoes on your legs when you’ve been through being a slave. Shouldn’t you be kinder to them? I see the way you beat the maids and slap slaves. I saw the day you mistreated the former princess Danika too, just because her status reduced.”

“Shouldn’t you be better? Kinder?” Princess Kamara paused, shaking her head, “When you treat people like that, you become a monster. Tell me…are you any different from King Cone?”

With that, Princess Kamara walked right past her to her bedroom and closed the door.