The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 33

He walked closer to her. "Look at me."

She forced her eyes away from the floor and she stared at his eyes. Someone can easily get lost in the blue troubled cold sea that is his eyes.

He allowed the silence to stretch for so long. They stared at each other and for a moment, the world fell away.

There was no pain. No introduction. No slave. There was no impending pain and humiliation.

Just Danika and Lucien alone in the world, staring at each other in the eyes. Suddenly, she remembered everything they talked about on that night in his room. Those questions he answered.

His scars run so deep. His eyes has been cold for so long, he is sure it would never be warm again. His torture session she oversaw.

Her father roasted his privates. The knowledge made her cling inside and made her chest burn. That is something she can never imagine.

While their eyes still held, Danika know she wanted this world better. She wanted this connection more.

But the king broke it at last, he looked away. When he spoke, his words were curt.

"No matter what happens inside that courtroom today, don't forget who you are. That in itself will make you push for survival even in the darkest hour of your life. Do not forget who you are."

"King Cone's daughter?" She asked, her voice laced with bitterness.

A pause.

"A slave?" She added.

"Royalty." He stated.

Then, he walked past her towards the door. "Let's go. It's time."

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Sally just got back from the mines. She entered the slave quarters, she hasn't gotten to their bedroom when she started hearing rumors.

First, today's the Mask Festival, and not only that, this year's festival will be celebrated in the Royal Court of Salem.

Why choose Salem out of the twelve kingdoms?

As she walked, she heard more rumors. Maids formed little circles to gossip. Sally doesn't mind at all, but when she heard 'Slave Princess' she stopped so suddenly and faced the group of three maids.

"What's happening? What happened to the Slave Princess?" She asked, already scared that something might have happened.

One of the maids turned to her, she leaned closer and lowered her voice. "Nothing is confirmed or anything, but we heard that the Mask Festival is also an introduction for the Slave Princess."

Sally's heart raced right out of her chest. "I-Introduction? Another one?"

"Yes. Apparently, the kingdoms her father hurt one way or another also wants a piece of her. They want to hurt her real bad." The maid giggled.

Sally felt anger and disgust at the maid's happiness, but the maid was the least of her problem.

She ran to their bedroom and when she couldn't see the princess, she knew that everything they're saying is true!

"Oh Creator! Oh Creator!" She exclaimed as she ran as much as she could to the dressing room.

Two maid were there cleaning out everywhere. "Please, w-where's the Slave Princess?" She asked breathlessly.

"She's been dressed. I think she'll be in court with the king now." One of them replied.

But Sally was barely listening. Her eyes is at the priceless bangle of her princess sitting there at the nightstand.

Tears filled Sally's eyes. She blinked them back, still staring at the glistening diamond.

The Mask Festival.