The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 40

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In the comfort of his room, King Lucien wrote notes the financial status of the lower market of Salem and it's improvements.

Naturally, it should be the Royal Accountant writing about it, but he'd instructed the accountant to leave it. Not because of anything else, but it's a good way to exhause the body.

Who knows, he might sleep relatively well tonight.

He considered going to Vetta's room. Then, he'd put out the consideration, the financial books do need updating.

As he wrote, the girl's screams came banging at the back of his head. With each scribble, her agonizing scream rose in his head. And then, he'd seen Danika.

Today, he saw a different Danika. He saw the princess, and he saw the slave. He didn't see Cone's daughter.

As he wrote, her face stood at the back of his mind. Her pain as her former personal maid screamed behind the door.

Why did the sight of it affect him so much?

Maybe, it's because he looked at her and saw himself. Each pain on her face mirrored his on that very day Declan died. The helplessness...

He never expected to see her that way. Maybe because he underestimated the love between those two young women.

The girl, Sally, who gave up freedom to come and stay here as a slave...just to stay close to Danika. The girl, Sally, who was filled with fear and terror, but she determiningly took her place in court.

He could still remember the determination in her eyes. It mirrored the familiar look on Declan's face. On Chad's face.

But, when her scream came, and the reactions from Danika followed, It had taken everything in him not to go in there and declare war.

But, even at the face of such painful circumstances, his brain reminded him about the condition of his people.

The people of Salem are still vulnerable. Five years is a small time to have freedom that's been taken away for ten long years. Everyone is still trying to pick up the pieces of their battered lives.

He's fail himself, his people, his father, and everything he fought for in the past fifteen years if he'd declared war against five kingdoms.

Even if Salem was at it's strongest, war against five kingdoms is impossible. Needless to say that Salem will loose and slavery will be theirs again.

And, if miraculously, there was no war, there will never be a chance for a better life for the lowborns.

The kingdoms thinks he solicitates reluctantly and unaffectedly, they needn't know that it's personal to him. They needn't know it's a passionate drive for him, because if they do they'll see it as a weakness and they'll use it against him.

He withdrew his writing feather and stuck it into the ink bottle, his head pounding.

Even in captivity, he'd had to make a lot of choices for freedom. Those choices are among the demons that lie on that bed with him when he sleeps....those demons that hover around him every long hours of wakefulness.

He dropped the feather and stared at the sleeping tea Baski kept on the desk. He took it and drank it.