The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 39

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King Lucien stared at the scroll in front of him. He was seated behind his desk, his head nursed a huge headache.

The open window oversaw he night sky. It's almost the middle of the night. The meeting in court had taken so much longer.

The scroll held two signed signatures on it.

King Zeba and King Noir had signed the petition. King Pesih wants to sleep over it. King Moreh and Phillip had outrightly refused.

"Why would we want to eradicate the law of introduction? Why would we enforce a law for unjust killing of slaves?" Moreh had been angry, "There is no unjust killing when it comes to slaves. They are dirt. Garbage. There is no unjust way of getting rid of garbage."

King Lucien rubbed his aching head, his eyes darkening in anger and hurtful memories. Moreh has always been an animal.

He can never forget....what that man did to him when he was still Cone's Slave.

Fortunately, Zeba and Noir had disagreed with him and signed the petition.

The door opened and Baski entered the room with a long wooden cup of hot liquid. "I brought Noda tea, your Majesty."

"It wouldn't help me sleep well, Baski. Not even if I'm as exhausted as a maiden who just brought a lad into the world." He said without raising his head.

It pains Baski deeply whenever laudanum doesn't work on the king. "It'll help with the killing headache, My King. And it might work this time around for sleep."

"I doubt that, Baski."

She took a deep breath and still carried the tea to his direction anyway. She has made all kinds of laudanum and sleeping portions for him but it doesn't work.

"We just have to keep trying, My King." If any man deserves a good sleep in this world, it's the king.

Unfortunately, he hasn't been able to sleep well in fifteen years.

She reached the table and offered him the drink. He stretched out his hand and took the liquid, he downed it on one swing of his arm.

She cleared her throat. "Uhm...My King?"

"How is Danika holding up?" He dropped the empty wooden cup on the desk, he stared at the folded scroll on the desk.

Baski noted distinctively that he has been referring to her as 'Danika' instead of his slave.

"About that..., My King...." She cleared her throat, "Sally lives."

Slowly, he raises his head and stared at Baski. "What?"

Baski's eyes watered. She sniffled and nodded her head, "She's alive....barely, but she is. You were in court all day or I would have told you about her sooner."

He got up and turned to her. "Where is she?"