The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 9

“Someone wants to see you, Your Highness.” Chad announced, coming into Lucien’s room.

He was tying up the imperial letters he’s finished writing. He looked up to Chad, “Who is it?”

Chad shifted uncomfortably. “She refused to leave. We’ve tried everything possible to get the girl to go but she refused, saying she must see the King. She’s adamant and very persistent.”

“Mmh…” Lucien rubbed his jaw in thought and frowned. Then, he got up and took strides towards the door, “Let me see who this girl is.”

Chad followed him and together, the walked through the big halls of the Royal Palace towards the entrance of it.

Servants and maids bowed to him as he passed, and some threw out their greetings respectively.

Once he entered the hallway that led to the entrance, he heard the commotion. The guards forcing a girl to leave and the girl putting up a fight while pleading desperately that she wants to see the king.

“Leave her alone.” Lucien ordered as he got closer.

The guard let go of the girl immediately and she dropped to the ground. “Good day, My King. Oh, thank you so much for giving a peasant like me a little bit of your time, thank you so much, My Lord.”

Lucien stared at the girl. She looks familiar but he couldn’t place her. She looks twenty…or twenty-one, give or take.

“Who are you? Why do you request an audience with me?” He asked.

The girl looked really nervous but she bravely lowered her head again. “My name is S-Sally, Your Majesty. I used to be a personal m-maid to the f-former Princess Danika.”

It finally clicked….where he knew her from.

He remembered the girl clearly, the day he strode towards Danika and collared her as his. The day they took back their lands and Mombana too.

He also remembered vividly, giving orders to place the girl at a good home to work as a help.

“Is there anything I can do for you, Sally?” He asked,staring down at the girl.

“Please, Your Highness, I want to w-work here.” She placed her palms together and rubbed them vigorously in desperate pleas, “Please grant my request, please your highness!”

Lucien scowled . “Do they treat you wrong? Your new home?”

“No, no, no.” She shook her head vigorously. “They’re the kindest of people, My Lord.”

“I’m afraid that I don’t understand you?”

“I want to be a p-palace slave, My King.”

He cocked his head to the side, “Why? You’re a help now. Why would you want to be a slave again?”

“It’s w-what I’ve been, all my life, Your Majesty! Please, let me be a palace slave! Please…..! I’ll do anything…! Please!” She pleaded so passionately.

Lucien isn’t dumb. He knows that the girl wants to be close to her former mistress, wants to be with her. He turned and stared at Chad.

The man had a little smile on his face before he dipped his head in acknowledgment.

Chad did the same for him. Always did the same. But, the truth is that he isn’t sure if he wants to do such favors to Danika.

He doesn’t want to do her such favors. Period.

He stared at the girl without saying a word for long seconds. “You’re no longer a slave, Sally. Why don’t you try living a normal life first?”

Tears filled Sally’s eyes immediately she saw that her request is about to be denied. She forgot kneeling and laid down on the ground, her hands clamped together.

“Please, My King! Please….! Please….!” She shook her head, “I don’t want to live normal, please!” She started crying earnestly.

Her princess is probably having a very hard time out here alone. Princess Danika is proud and royal, and people must hate her because of her father.

Sally is worried sick how her princess is coping without her. She always did the smallest of things for her so happily and she always made her smile. Is her princess still alive?

“Oh, please….your highness! Please!” she sobbed.

Lucien turned away. “Go home, Sally. Go and live a normal life.”

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🌷🌷Three Hours Later🌷🌷

Danika was working mines again. She did her best to avoid Karandy, or taking personal instructions from him, or staying in privacy with him.

She did what the others did. When they hit the ground with hammers, she did the same. When they cleared the sands, she did the same. When they sweep, she do the same.

Of course, she doesn’t blend in. Would easily stand out in a crowd of slaves, because of the bearing of a princess surrounding her like an invisible cloak.

Her shoulders high. Her chins lifted. Not a single smile on her beautiful face. Her blond hair not dirty or messy, but sparking and shinning, well arranged. Her uniform well-pressed.

She wished Sally was here. Sally who made her smile always. Sally who always tells her stories.

Another hour passed she heard new hurried footsteps in front of the tunnel. “Where’s the King’s Slave?”

She dropped the broomstick when she heard Baski’s voice. In measured steps, she walked out of the tunnel.

“The king will require your presence in five minutes. DO NOT keep him waiting.” She said in that usual curt tone and walked away.

Danika started following when Karandy called her. “See me for a minute, Slave.”

She doesn’t want to. She wants to quickly hurry after Baski. But she also, do not want another punishment or slap from the Slave Trainer.

She followed him to the little quarters where he stays to oversea works at the mines. She was happy that it’s an open space too, but he managed to get her to a dark corner.

“What about what we discussed?” He g*****d maliciously.

“What we discussed?” Danika feigned ignorance.

“About you letting me f**k you, whenever or however I want.” He said, bluntly.

“Oh, that? I haven’t had the chance to think about it, and you said I should think about it.” She bit her lips, “Can I get another chance to think about it?”

Anger darkened Karandy’s eyes. His hand shot out and he grabbed hold of her hair. He gripped it in his arms and yanked on it, forcing her closer to him.

“Do you think me a fool?” He asked, angrily.

Danika just stared at him.

He snaked his hand into her underthings, trying to touch her womanhood. When he caressed her, she showed no reaction. Instead, she but the insides of her lips in revulsion.

Saying nothing. Doing nothing.

He yanked her hair harder and she only glared at him defiantly.

“I’ll deal with you if you don’t give me what I want, you whore.” He snarled.

“I said, I’ll think about it.” She answered simply.

Karandy let go of her in frustration when he wasn’t getting the reaction he wanted from her. He already took a risk when he slapped her yesterday.

No one touches a King’s Slave anyhow without authorization from the king. The King’s Slaves are always special and needs special treatment.

He’d prepared himself yesterday to be summoned by the king to explain the hand imprint on her cheek. He’d prepared him for the lies he’ll spill about how stubborn and superior Danika was being and he had to handle her.

Of course, he was also prepared to finish his pleas with the fact that she hasn’t been introduced as a King’s Slave yesterday. Thankfully, the King hated her too much not to care about the hand imprint.

But now, he fisted his hands to keep from smacking her. She has been introduced now and if the king summons him, he will be punished severely.

“I’ll need an answer tomorrow, Danika! You’d better be giving me a positive response!” He whirled around and started out in anger, trying to hide his heavy arousal from view.

Guess, he’ll have to find a dirty randow slave to f**k. The true one he wants to sample remains out of reach. Well, only for today!