The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 92

Danika walked towards the King’s door in the evening, the same time the door opened and the king came out of his room.

She was all nervous and she doesn’t know why. It’s an ordinary walk, not an invite to any gathering or any party.

And yet, she is nervous. She was all dressed up and with the help of Sally, she has her hair all arranged. She came up before him and lowered her head in greeting.

“Mast—” she paused, swallowed and added, “My King.”

King Lucien looked at her with the same expressionless face that has become his usual look. But, his eyes slid through her body.

From her simple wear to her beautifully styled hair. He does not understand how one woman would carry the beauty of several women.

She was not wearing the series of jewelries women from prestigious families design themselves with.

And yet, as she walked closer to him in that usual steady, regal walks of hers, his mind took him back to the few times he saw her as a princess in Mombana.

He remembered specifically, the day he collared her.

He was so in rage, and he hated the very sight of her so much. But, it was imprinted in his mind how beautiful and regal she was as she stood there and glared at him with eyes filled with fire.

His browed knitted into a frown, he forced his eyes away from her and walked past her, leaving her to follow.

She followed closely behind him silently, her eyes taking in his elegant kingly wears and the way he placed his hands behind his back.

Unbiddenly, she remembered what those hands did to her the night before. Hotness infused her cheeks.

As they walked out of the Royal Quarters, she didn’t realize he slowed his steps until she was walking right beside him, her body almost touching him.

A lightness and peace infused her heart as she walked beside him. The guards bowed their heads in greetings to him as they passes, and the maids gets out of the way.

A lightness and peace infused her heart as she walked beside him. The guards bowed their heads in greetings to him as they passes, and the maids gets out of the way.

The moment they stepped outside the big building, her eyes zeroed in on Remeta.

She was standing beneath the big orchid tree, gathering it’s leaves and building a house with it. She was playing.

When she saw Danika, a big smile hit up on her face. She sprang up and ran to hug Danika, but stopped short halfway because the king was with her.

She bit her lips in indecision, standing still and not knowing what to do.

The sight of the girl playing with leaves moment ago had some harshness and frown disappearing from King Lucien’s face. He never gets tired of seeing Remeta getting better.

“Go to her.” He found himself nudging Danika’s shoulders softly when she saw Remeta stop halfway.

“Yes, My King.” She walked past him and motioned for Remeta.

At her permission, the smile lit up Remeta’s face again. “My Queen…!” She shrieked as she ran closer and hugged Danika.

Danika wrapped her arms around her and closed her eyes affectionately. “How are you doing this evening, Remeta?”

“I am doing fine, My Queen. Mama gave me herbs and made me drink potions! Mama said it’ll make Remeta look more beautiful!” She confided in an excited voice.

Danika smiled and pulled back. “Mama was right. You are indeed looking more beautiful.”

“Thank you, My Queen.” She beamed radiantly.

Danika felt the king come up behind her. His heat surrounded her even without his body touching hers. He didn’t say a word, but she doesn’t have to look at him to know that he was watching Remeta.

“G-Good day, My King…” Remeta whispered shyly. Gingerly, she walked closer to press herself like glue to Danika.

King Lucien didn’t take offense at her protective move. Instead, another crack of ice fell away from his cold heart that the move.

“How are you doing today, Remeta?”He asked in a gentle voice Danika has never heard before.

“I am fine. Remeta was just playing with leaves. She likes playing with them when she is bored.” Remeta informed him softly, ducking her blond hair shyly.

Danika stole a glance at the king to see him watching Remeta warmly. There was no coldness in his eyes. No pain. No blank face.

He truly cares for the fifteen-year-old, she realized inwardly. He cares more than he’s admitting to the world.

Remeta turned to her, “Are you going out, My Queen? You look so beautiful!”

Danika blushed. “I am taking a walk…with the King.”

Remeta beamed and clapped her hands. “Can I come too!? Can I play with!? Can I tag along!? Remeta will be good! Promise!” She raised her hand in a vow.

Danika bit her lips knowing that it’s not up to her to decide, and Remeta was looking at her with wide hopeful eyes.

“You can come with, Remeta.” The king said softly to her, before she can even begin thinking on what to say.

Remeta clapped her hands excitedly and bowed her head in gratitude to the king.

“Thank you, my King! Thank you! May you live long! Have kids too! Oh, of course you will have kids! Remeta knows this! Remeta knows this! Remeta is happy! Remeta is excited!” She was rambling to herself, clapping her hands as she skidded her way ahead of them.

King Lucien stood rooted to the spot as he stared at the excited girl who was already several feet ahead of them, jumping up to take leaves from each tree she passes.