The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 66

The more she spoke, the more her voice rose in sheer fear and panic until her voice became high-pitched, her body trembling massively.

Unadulterated pain flashed in his eyes. Baski’s eyes watered at the sight of one of her daughter’s crisis.

Danika whirled around and faced Remeta, she bent down and shook the girl firmly enough to penetrate into her haze. “Remeta, listen to me! Remeta, sweetie, no one is taking you to bed!”

“But, he….!” Wide eyes filled with terror fretted towards the king before she averted it again and shook her head vigorously.

“No, Remeta. He will never take Remeta to bed! He’s a king!” Danika tried to assure her.

More terror filled Remeta. “K-King Cone…!? He found me…?” She asked in a small frightened voice.

Danika felt herself die inside at the mention of her father’s name. She pulled Remeta towards her. “No, never. King Cone is dead, Remeta. This is King Lucien and her Royalty! He’s on Remeta’s side!”

She froze, stilling all struggles. “R-Royalty..? On Remeta’s side…? A king….?”

“Yes. He’s a king and he’s on Remeta’s side. He will never allow anyone at all to ever hurt Remeta again! He’s order the guards to leave Remeta alone because he’s on Remeta’s side!”

“He is….?” She asked in a small voice so hopeful, it tore at Danika’s heart.

“He is. I’ll never lie to you, Remeta. And all my promises to you, I intent to keep them too. You do not have to fear. You are safe.” She reassured her in a fiercely passionate voice.

King Lucien watched the scene in front of him. As Danika handled Remeta, reassuring her so passionately and firmly, he saw the traces of the princess she used to be.

The power that followed each word that dropped out of her mouth was too visible and it was calming the fears in Remeta.

Unbiddenly, he remembered his days in captivity. As he watched her, he finally understood how it was easy for his people to follow the words of his mouth…even when he was unclothed like a slave.

Remeta moved out just a little from behind her, and bowed her head to the waist.

“Good d-day, My King. R-Remeta is sorry about R-Remeta’s behaviour. Please don’t p-punish Remeta.” She stammered out in fear.

“I won’t do that. How is Remeta doing today?” He asked, watching the girl who has gone through so much, he wondered if she will ever heal completely again.

“I’m doing so fine, M-My King.” She replied.

Danika prayed in her mind that Remeta wouldn’t slip and call her a queen in front of the king. Her heard was on her throat.

King Lucien has never been the type to hold conversations. He has always preferred silence to words, but with Remeta, he wanted to hear more from the girl.

“How do you feel being in the palace?” He asked, doing his best to keep the usual hardness from his voice.

“Remeta feels good, Your Majesty. My queen said she’ll keep her safe. That’s why Remeta wants to always be with her queen because, with her… Remeta can try to look beautiful again without b-bed.” She whispered.

Danika’s heart dropped to the ground when she saw the king stiffen. Even Baski looks like she wants to enter the ground and disappear…maybe, because of the explosion she knows will come.

Oh, Remeta….why do you have to call me your queen in front of the king? Danika thought miserably in her mind. The silence was deafening.

“Is that who she is to you? Your Queen?” The king finally asked, his face unreadable.

Remeta nodded her head vigorously. “She’s Royalty, Your Highness. She….” the girl swallowed tightly, “…she makes Remeta feel safe. Remeta wants to be close to her…”

Danika shifted uncomfortably on her foot while the king watched Remeta.

Her heart took a dive in her chest when he finally raised his eyes and their eyes met. He didn’t say a thing to her. Instead, he watched her.

She lowered her head, her fingers squeezing her hand nervously. In her mind, she repeated, Ohheavens Ohheavens Ohheavens Ohheavens…!

He turned to a nervous looking Baski then, “Tell the guards to move Danika’s things to the Royal Quarters. Four bedrooms away from mine.”

A shocked Baski forced herself to speak, “B-But that’s the bedroom of the l-late princess…” She trailed off, almost sure that the king is joking.

His sister’s bedroom he never allows anybody to enter at all…not even his mistress. That bedroom is most sacred to him, and he never let’s anybody in it. Ever.

He nodded. “That’s the bedroom. From today onwards, it belongs to my slave.”

Then, he turned away and started leaving. Not before he gave his last command.

“To my chambers, Danika.”

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