The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 78

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When the guards came to take Danika in the late evening, panic filled her.

She'd dreaded this moment all day she had been unable to do anything at all. They would torture her now. Hurt her for being Cone's daughter.

"No...! No...! Please, just leave my princess alone!" Sally cried to the guards as they took Danika's hand.

Danika's only happiness was that Remeta wasn't around to witness this, she is at the backyard watching the maids play the moonlight game.

At least, Remeta isn't here. This would have traumatized her further.

As Sally cried and pleaded, they took her away from their room.

But as they walked, they didn't take the turn that leads out of the Royal Quarters. Instead, they walked her the long hallway that separated her bedroom with the King's Chambers.

One of them opened the door and walked Danika into the king's room.

"I brought her, Court Lady." The guard addressed Madam Baski.

She nodded and told the guards to leave. They all left. Danika took a peak at the mistress who stood beside Baski. Of course, the mistress was glaring at her.

Baski started towards her, tears in her eyes. "The medicine man just left now. He has applied the antidote for the poison...it was a deadly poison. The king is running a high fever and even though, I was able to get him to take the portions, he wouldn't let anyone touch him."

"He's running a fever so high, his body needs to be bathed with cold water, especially his face. I've tried doing it but it makes him restless." her eyes found the king on the bed, "He has always hated people putting their hands on him, now he's this way and it's the worst. He wouldn't let us touch him."

Vetta folded her arms across her chest. "And what makes you think that he'll let her put her filthy hands on him?"

"I tried touching him and he recoiled from mine." The mistress added with a snort. "What makes you think that he won't go ballistic because she placed her filthy hands on him?"

"You'll be surprised the things the king allow from her." Baski muttered under her breath.

"What did you say?" She demanded.

"Nothing." Baski faced a confused Danika again, "Can you try to bath his face and chest? I would have continued doing so, but the more he got restless, the more it's affecting the treatment of the poison, so he has to stay still."

"I-I can try." Danika whispered softly, already nervous. She doesn't know whatever gave Baski the idea that the king will allow her touch.

"Yeah, right." Vetta rolled her eyes. She glared at Danika, feeling satisfaction when she was the red handprint on her face.

Her only pain is that she didn't strike her hard enough.

She consoled herself with the fact that she would be able to deal with Danika now that the king is sick. No one for her to consider. No one to stop her.

She is the power and authority now. Of course, Baski is also in charge, but that is no problem at all.

Danika walked past them and sat down on the chair besides the King's bed. Baski helped her with the bowl of really cold water and a wet rag.

She dipped the rag into the bowl and placed it on the King's burning forehead. He stiffened, his jaw clenching....the same reaction they all got.

"Yeah, right." Vetta snorted. "We shouldn't waste our time with her, Baski. I don't know whatever gave you the idea that he would welcome the touch of the daughter of the man that destroyed him!"

Baski and Chad both stiffened at the reminder. But they said nothing.

Danika withdrew the wet cloth and raised her other empty hand. She placed her palm on his forehead and rested it there.