The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel 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.