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The more she spoke, the more her voice rose in sheer fear and panic until her voice became high-pitched, her body trembling massively.
Unadulterated pain flashed in his eyes. Baski's eyes watered at the sight of one of her daughter's crisis.
Danika whirled around and faced Remeta, she bent down and shook the girl firmly enough to penetrate into her haze. "Remeta, listen to me! Remeta, sweetie, no one is taking you to bed!"
"But, he....!" Wide eyes filled with terror fretted towards the king before she averted it again and shook her head vigorously.
"No, Remeta. He will never take Remeta to bed! He's a king!" Danika tried to assure her.
More terror filled Remeta. "K-King Cone...!? He found me...?" She asked in a small frightened voice.
Danika felt herself die inside at the mention of her father's name. She pulled Remeta towards her. "No, never. King Cone is dead, Remeta. This is King Lucien and her Royalty! He's on Remeta's side!"
She froze, stilling all struggles. "R-Royalty..? On Remeta's side...? A king....?"
"Yes. He's a king and he's on Remeta's side. He will never allow anyone at all to ever hurt Remeta again! He's order the guards to leave Remeta alone because he's on Remeta's side!"
"He is....?" She asked in a small voice so hopeful, it tore at Danika's heart.
"He is. I'll never lie to you, Remeta. And all my promises to you, I intent to keep them too. You do not have to fear. You are safe." She reassured her in a fiercely passionate voice.
King Lucien watched the scene in front of him. As Danika handled Remeta, reassuring her so passionately and firmly, he saw the traces of the princess she used to be.
The power that followed each word that dropped out of her mouth was too visible and it was calming the fears in Remeta.
Unbiddenly, he remembered his days in captivity. As he watched her, he finally understood how it was easy for his people to follow the words of his mouth...even when he was unclothed like a slave.
Remeta moved out just a little from behind her, and bowed her head to the waist.
"Good d-day, My King. R-Remeta is sorry about R-Remeta's behaviour. Please don't p-punish Remeta." She stammered out in fear.
"I won't do that. How is Remeta doing today?" He asked, watching the girl who has gone through so much, he wondered if she will ever heal completely again.
"I'm doing so fine, M-My King." She replied.
A shocked Baski forced herself to speak, "B-But that's the bedroom of the l-late princess..." She trailed off, almost sure that the king is joking.
His sister's bedroom he never allows anybody to enter at all...not even his mistress. That bedroom is most sacred to him, and he never let's anybody in it. Ever.
He nodded. "That's the bedroom. From today onwards, it belongs to my slave."
Then, he turned away and started leaving. Not before he gave his last command.
"To my chambers, Danika."
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