The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 209

***IN THE KINGDOM OF NAVIA***

Manata bowed to her Princess. She listened attentively to all Kamara’s instructions.

Kamara told her that whenever the Mistress Donna comes to her, that she should tell the mistress that she’s the one that has been cooking all the bushmeats she brings back from her hunts.

Manata nodded, “I will make sure to tell her that, My Princess.”

Kamara had no doubt that she will. Manata hates Donna just like she does….just like every worker in the Kingdom does.

She smiled gratefully at the girl and dismissed her. That side is done, she took off her clothes and walked into the bathroom. She wasn’t surprised that Henna had already run her a bath.

In her tub, she reminisced about the memories she made with Callan in the past few months. The smile was back on her face by the time she was done taking her bath.

Henna was waiting for her in her bedroom to help her into her clothes, and do all her ropes and buttons. She just finished putting on her clothes when a knock came on her door.

“Come in.” She answered reluctantly, staring at herself in the mirror.

The door opened and Sarga, her father’s personal bodyguard entered. “My Princess.” He bowed in greeting.

“What is it, Sarga?”

“The King summons you, My Princess.”

Kamara’s heart skipped several beats. “Where is he?”

“In his study, Princess. He requests for you immediately.”

“Alright, I’m coming.” She responded. The guard bowed his head again and left.

“That bîtch!” Kamara hissed angrily.

“Oh, my Princess! Mistress Donna must have told the King!” Henna’s eyes were wide with panic.

Fear and dread-filled Kamara’s body… especially for Callan. If her father was going to punish her, she wouldn’t feel a thing. As far as it’s not Callan he plans to punish.

She squared her shoulders. Since Donna didn’t catch her, she’s only making accusations. She will be damned before she admits to anything.

“I’m coming, Henna.” Nose in the air, her hands holding her clothes up a bit to allow her to walk a bit hastily without stumbling on the long garment, she walked out of her bedroom.

Several minutes later, she knocked on her father’s study.

“Come in.” Came the deep voice of her father.

Kamara opened the door and entered inside. The first person her eyes saw was the Mistress Donna who was hovering over her father while he was writing. The sight of the woman annoys her greatly.

“I’m here, Father.”

King Valendy dropped his inked feather by the desk and looked up at his daughter completely. “Where have you been for the past few days, Kamara?”

“I’ve been out hunting.” She responded with conviction.

Donna snorted. The King aced his brows, “Are you sure you want to go down the route of lying to me?”

“It is not a lie, Father. I don’t know what the mistress told you, but I was the one out, and I was the one hunting. So, yes, father, I have been out…hunting.” she stated firmly.

Silence.

“Mmh.” Her father nodded then, “I will believe you, Kamara.”

She hid her relief. “Thank you, father.”

“Can you reduce the way you…hunt in the future, so that you can be able to perform other duties of yours?”

“Of course, Father.”

“Good. See you on the morrow.” He said dismissively.

Kamara bowed her head to leave. But, Donna’s angry voice came through, “Are you just going to let her leave, Your Highness!? She is lying to you, I am sure she is seeing that peasant of hers.”

“Kamara knows better than to lie to me, Donna. If she says she’s hunting, then, she’s hunting.” He picked up his inked feather again and unrolled a new scroll.

Donna opened her mouth again. Just then, the door opened and the Queen entered. She snapped her mouth shut.

“Good evening, mother.” Kamara bowed her head in greeting.

“And you too, my daughter,” she replied noncommittally, her eyes searching out Donna and finding her instantly. She said nothing, waiting the mistress out.

Donna did the needful so begrudgingly, “My Queen.” she greeted, bowing her head.

“What is the Princess doing here?” The queen asked, looking at Donna and the King’s general direction.

“Father summoned me, mother.” Kamara was the one that answered.

“You, Donna, better not be making one of your plots and unnecessary innuendos about my daughter.” The Queen stated, glaring at the mistress.

“I have done no such thi—”

“Get out, and let the King work.” The Queen ordered.

Donna doesn’t want to. So, she stared at the King, waiting for him to counter the Queen’s orders.

He didn’t stop writing as he said, “If the Queen tells you to leave, then, by all means, you should be standing behind this door in the next minute.”

Donna’s face turned red from embarrassment and even anger. Kamara was doing her best to hide her smile. This is so like her father.

Everyone in the Kingdom knows he favors the Mistress more than the other five mistresses, and even more than the Queen when it comes to ‘his bed’. But out of it?

He respects his Queen immensely and does not counter her orders unnecessarily.

Donna bowed her head, turned and matched out of the room. Her angry steps thudding the floor as she walked.