The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 163

Kamara reached her door, Danika standing beside her. She turns and faced Danika.

“I will be going back to my father’s kingdom on the morning of the morrow. I will miss seeing you, Danika.”

“I will miss seeing you too, Kamara.” Danika shifted on her feet, already tired from standing for too long. “I wish you the best with your Callan.”

“I wish myself luck too. I still have a few weeks with him before the next step to my marriage, when King Lucien will come to ask for my hand.” Kamara’s lips curved sadly, “I wish a miracle will happen and I’ll be with Callan instead of King Lucien. But then again, wishes has never been horses.”

“Yes, it has never been.” Danika echoed, remembering her current situation. She shook her head. “I remember when I was a princess too…”

“You should never forget something like that, Danika. You are Royalty. Never forget that you are Royalty. The mistress is going to do everything within her power to get rid of you and your baby. She hates you that much and you will not blame her because she wants the King too.” Kamara took a step forward and placed her hand on Danika’s cheek.

Looking her in the eyes, she continued intensely, “But, you should not forget that once upon a time you were authority. Once upon a time you commanded an army of princesses. You were brave! Very very bold and courageous! Do not forget that woman, Danika. That princess NOBODY could ever step on.”

Danika remembered that woman vividly. It hurts, just thinking about the Princess she once was. But, she is a slave now. She began shaking her head miserably.

But, Kamara only nodded. “I know you are a slave now and you have limited choices. I know you have to survive, my sister. You have survived for this long and I am so so proud of you. I respect you for it. Any princess will be very proud of you and respect you for it, because not all of us will be able to survive one week in slavery.”

“But, I don’t want you to forget Princess Danika. Do not forget that brave, elegant, and sophisticated princess that always raised her voice when she needs to be heard!” Kamara held her shoulders and shook her firmly, “A princess that commanded other princesses! This time around, it’s no longer about you alone try to survive in every possible way you can, but you have to protect your child too. In every possible way you can.”

“I keep praying that my marriage with the king will never work out. I don’t know what I would do if it works out, Danika. Because according to law, you and your child will either be killed or banished away from the palace…because the Queen’s child will always be the heir to the throne. There should be no elder child. It is the law in all twelve kingdoms. A law I hate, but will have to come to pass if I become queen.”

Danica knows that too, she wishes a time will never come when such law will force Kamara to be against her. She only wants to be by the King’s side. That is all she wants. The throne and it’s heir has never been a thought to her.

Kamara let her go, turning towards her door. “I don’t even want to be queen, Danika. All my life I’ve had that responsibility. It is not something I want anymore.”

Kamara shook her head sadly. “I just want to live a normal life with Callan. A simpler life without big responsibilities. Without the weight of the world resting on my shoulders. I just want to be with him. I do not want the burden of the crown.”

Danika understands her words perfectly in a more personal level. Being a princess can be very tiring at times. “I wish everything works out for you in the end, Kamara. If anybody deserves to be happy, it is you.”

She inclined her head in a respective bow. “You are a good woman and I’m glad I got to know you on a more personal level, Princess Kamara.”

Kamara smiled then. A beautiful, sincere, heart-felt smile as she pulled Danika closer to her for a hug. “Do not forget to fight for your child, and fight for yourself too, anyway you can.”

“I will not forget.” Kamara gave her strength to brave the future. Whatever that future may be.

“It was nice knowing you on a more personal level, Princess Danika.” Kamara whispered as she pulled back.

“I am no longer a prin—“

“Clothes change. Status change. But what you are, will never change… Princess Danika.” That said, Kamara turned and entered into her bedroom.

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Vetta knocked on the Monah’s door. She waited impatiently for the healer to open the door. The cold outside wasn’t favorable for her.

It took a long time before the door opened and the older women came out of her door. She took one look at her visitor and bowed her head in greeting. “Is everything alright, Mistress?”

“I have reasons to be here or I wouldn’t be here.” Vetta hissed angrily and stormed into the small old house. She turned and glared at the woman.

Monah wouldn’t be more than fifty-years-old. She looks small and frail but rumors gas it that her status is decieving.

Monah followed her inside, “That’s my mistake for asking such stupid question, Mistress, forgive me.”

Vetta nodded, taking a seat at the other side of the room.

“How was the herbs I gave you three weeks ago?”

“You said I was going to bleed for one day, Monah.” She crossed her arms and leveled the woman with a stare, “I bled for five days. Five extremely painful days.”

“Oh, that is strange.” The woman’s brows knitted thoughts. “Are you sure?”

“What sort of question is this? Do you think I will be lying about something so important!?” Vetta fumed through gritted teeth.

Monah nodded, “Kindly get on the table. I need to examine you.”

“I don’t need to be examined. I need you to give me the best fertility pills you possess. That is the reason I came here today.”

“I don’t think that is a good idea, Mistress. You just came out of a very bad condition you should not think about getting pregnant again so soon. Your body has been stressed a lot—‘

“My body…” Vetta cut her off with deceptive calmness, “…is mine. Now, you will do exactly what I tell you to do.”

Monah hesitated. But, she is a smart woman who knows that the King’s Mistress will punish her if she keeps disobeying her…even when it’s for her own good.

“I will get the very best of them pills, Mistress.” Monah said at last, turning towards her inner bedroom where she stores herbs.

“Do not keep me waiting.” Vetta ordered. She has a lot to do. So many things to do.

When Monah disappeared to her inner bedroom, she waited impatiently, tapping her foot to the ground. Danika is pregnant for the King. Danika carries the King’s child.

The words will not stop ringing to her ears. She laughed hollowly.

Over her dead body will she have that child. She never wanted to go to Karandy’s place again, but after finding out something this huge, she knew that eventually she had to go to his place. She needs his help.

Well now she has a plan. A very very good plan that will kill three birds with one stone.

Monah came out later and gave her the pills. “Here it is. It is called Door-ga. They are very strong and very effective. Twenty women has used it. Twenty women has had children because of it.”

“Good. That is what I want.” Vetta took the pills from her and paid her.

“But, can I atleast examine you? I need to know your body’s status and capacity, Mistress, because you take a pill as strong as Door-ga.”

“My body is strong and capable, Monah. It’s been two weeks since the miscarriage. Now, I’m healthy and capable of trying again…from the right source this time.” Vetta turned towards the door, “I have to go.”

Monah watched her leave. She felt concerned.

Door-ga is a very powerful pill and the mistress just had a bad miscarriage that might have caused complications. Bleeding for five days might be normal, or it might not a good sign at all.

Then, Monah shrugged and closed her door. Her patient will be fine, since it’s her first miscarriage.