The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 23

Long minutes dragged by. Baski finished mixing her herbs and already, she’s applying them to the princess’s wounds.

Sally helps her to squeeze out the water from each scoop of wet grinded leaves, and she applies them to the wounds.

Sally was happy that the princess is unconscious. This hurts like the very hell, and her princess already suffered enough in one day.

The king was still leaning against the door, even though he’d long sent Chad away. He hasn’t said anything else. His eyes just took everything in.

Finally, Baski said… “All done.”

Sally breathed a sigh of relief as she took it all the wounds they covered. Tears folled her eyes again because her princess’s back looks like a map of green leaves.

Baski faced the king. “I’ll give her some concoctions to sleep really long and hard, because she needs all the rest and these herbs doesn’t need the restlessness that will come from her awareness. Then, Sally and I would go into the woods in search of the rare herbs.”

He nodded once, his eyes on the woman lying down on the bed.

Baski hesitated.

“What is it?” He spoke at last, looking at her.

“Uhm… She needs to stay in a quiet place, My King. Not noisy or disturbing place. I w-was hoping if you could have any other palace maid to come stay here with her.” But she looked doubtful as she made the request and they all knows why.

They all hates her, and no one can be sure of being friend or foe when it comes to Danika. Sally stared helplessly at her princess.

Sally swallowed tightly and began. “M-Maybe I-I can stay with h-her. Madam Baski can get a-another—“

The king cut her off. “Baski, you aren’t done here, am I right?”

Her head lowered. “Yes, you are, My king.”

“When you’re done here and go in search of herbs, have Chad bring her to my room.”

He turned and walked away, leaving Baski and Sally’s eyes widened and their mouths hanging open.

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Vetta was so worriedly restless by the time the king entered his chambers after so much time has passed.

“My King….I know w-what it looks like, but I wasn’t going to kill her or anything of that sort at all. It’s just torture!” She said immediately as he strode past him.

Lucien turned and stared at her with fire in his eyes. “Why?”

She blinked, confused. “W-What?”

“Apart from the torture sessions that comes from the king to a slave, there should be reasons for any other torture session unless authorized by the king. Why did you torture her?”

“I-I-I” she was at loss of word. She swallowed. “But you gave me permission f-for it, my king. That night….five noonday after she became a slave, you gave me permission.”

Silence. His cold angry unreadable eyes held hers

And then, “What did you promise to me during your request, Vetta?”

Shit, shit, shit! She knew he wasn’t going to forget that…she’d hoped!

“I asked you for permission to hold a torture session for her and I p-promised no heavy stuffs.”

“What did I say to you, Vetta?”

“You nodded and said to keep t-things at a m-minimal.” She whispered shamefully.

“Whipping a slave within an inch of her life while shock-collaring her, is that what you call a ‘no heavy stuff’?”

“My king—“

“Is that what is called minimal, Vetta?”

“But, I didn’t really do anything so wrong! It’s just some minor whippings! No heavy strokes or hard strokes and—“

“Shut up.”

One single word that clamped her mouth shut.

He didn’t say anything again. The silence was so heavy, it made Vetta restless.

He walked closer to her and tilted her cheek to see his hard scarred face clearly. “What is going on with you lately?”

She swallowed tightly, trying to hide the angry she’s feeling. She didn’t expect thee questioning at all!

“These days, I look upon you with a new eyes.” He grated out angrily. “You have no right to do that to the King’s Slave, not unless I authorized it and I didn’t.”

Vetta could no longer control her anger. “But, she’s a slave, Lucien! I have right over all of them! She’s a slave and I’m your mistress! What about what her father did to us! To you! To me! To Chad! To the others!? What about that!?”

He let a few seconds of silence descend after that outburst.

And then, he fixed her with an intense stare. “She’s the King’s Slave. I own her. I decide what happens to her. I torture her. I hurt her. She’s my slave. She’s my property. My possession. Mine.” His voice was a deep intoned granite.

Vetta stood stunned, even as he turned away from her, giving her his back.

Those words were laced with so much anger and hate….but Vetta can’t help thinking that there’s a deeper undertone…

“Chad.” He called.

The door opened and he entered. “Yes, My King.”

“Escort the mistress to her quarters. She’s worked up and needs for rest for at least 72 hours.” He commanded.

“What!? You’re putting me under house arrest for t-three days!?” She was angry and astonished.

“Yes, Your Highness!” Chad replied, turned and took hold of her arm.

“Don’t touch me! I’ll walk on my own!” Vetta knew better than to struggle again him. It’ll be a thing of disgrace for servants to see her being manhandled out of the King’s Chambers.

She bit her lips so much. She wanted to screams words to the king. She wanted to say so many things, but she chose to be wise. She clamped her mouth shut.

“Your wish is my command, Your Highness.” She g*****d at last and started matching her way out.

“Vetta?” He called her when she reached the door.

“Yes, my king?”

He didn’t turn around when he spoke. “I freed my people because I want my people to experience being free again. Cone made me a monster, but it is my duty to protect my people. Let me carry all the burden alone. It is my responsibility. My duty as a king. As my father’s son.”

“There shouldn’t be two monsters together, or the vicinity will be in danger. Two monsters cannot stay in the same place.”

Finally, he turned and stared at her. There was sadness in his eyes, but there was conviction too. “We have been through so much together, Vetta, but the day I look upon you and see a monster is the day I let you go. Completely.”