The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 241

Danika stood in front of the court. The ointment and herbs Baski gave her helped a lot to ease the ache in her body, but dread filled her belly. Her throat so closed up, she can only swallow tightly.

Memories of the second to the last time she was here threatened to overwhelm her.

Sally. Her poor Sally. These Kings had unleased their animalistic lustful demands on her small body, they’d almost killed her Sally, thinking they had Cone’s daughter.. By God’s bones, she misses Sally so much.

The door opened and a guard matched out. She peered inside, it only increased her dread. Four Kings. Those four Kings she knows very well were there.

How many other Kings were there? What is happening today?

“You have to go inside, My Lady.” A male voice said behind her.

She turned back to see the guard. “Do you have any idea what is happening today?”

The guard shook his head. “None, My Lady. But, you do have to be inside there before the King enters.”

“The King isn’t there?”

“He went out back with King Zeba few moments ago. But, he’ll be in any minutes since the Court Lady already informed him that you’re done getting ready.”

Baski did? Of course, she did, the King will want feedback. “Thank you.”

The guard bowed, “You’re welcome, Princess.”

Princess. She watched the guard enter through the door. It’s been so long since she heard that word being addressed to her without malice or hatred lacing it. Without being address with mockery.

She opened the door and entered the court.

The noise and banters from noble men and women seized as she did. They all turned and stared at her. She couldn’t look up because she hates their eyes on her.

Their calculating eyes. Hateful eyes. There were more than four Kings in court.

King Philip. King Noir. King Moreh. King George. King Zeba. King Pasih.

They sat watching observingly on their seats, watching her. They must be as surprise as Danika is, standing right there in the middle of the court. Or is it her pregnancy they’re observing?

The door behind her opened. The whole court stood up when King Lucien entered…except the other Kings who attended.

The door behind her opened. The whole court stood up when King Lucien entered…except the other Kings who attended.

Her King Lucien. Her eyes drank him in. But, he wouldn’t look at her. Her dread maximized.

She doesn’t want to be here. This Royal Court, is a place she doesn’t want to stand upon again. Because this place means one thing for her: Her humiliation.

King Lucien strode towards his throne and took his stand at the front of the courtroom. “I call upon Slave Danika.”

Danika’s heart skipped three beats. Doing her best to stay calm, she clouded her expression and walked out.

She stood in the middle of the court. She hated the eyes of people on her.

She would not raise her head to know how calculating, assessing and lustful their gazes are.

“We have gathered here today for an important event.” King Lucien announced.

“It has to be important for us to be summoned all the way from our various kingdoms for it.” King Moreh injected reasonably.

The other Kings nodded.

Danika folded her hands nervously to her front and tears brimmed her eyes. Not knowing why she is standing here threatens to overwhelm her with fear.

Then, King Lucien walked away from his position. The guards lifted the huge spears that separated the throne and the people, giving him passage to walk through.

He walked through the aisle and stood in front of her. His eyes finally looked at her.

She had so many urges at the same time. Run behind him and hide away from these barbarians. Hug him tight and let his arms hold her secure from these people. Ask him why she’s here. Ask how much he enjoyed their night before.

She did none of them. Just watching him.

Then, he raised his hand to her neck and removed her collar. As he did so, he raised his voice;

“With the power vested in me as the King of Salem and Mombana, as the Master of this Slave standing before us all, I remove your collar. And from today onward you are no longer a slave! Not to me! Not to my people! As I hold this collar away, so as you have separated from it! You stand…A FREE WOMAN!”

Silence. Deafening silence.

All their mouths were gaping open in shock. Their eyes so wide that their eyebrows were touching their hairlines.

Danika stood without the collar, her head as blank as a new-born’s. Her head was finding it difficult to comprehend that after a year and two months in slavery, she is suddenly a free person…suddenly without the collar.

Then, King Noir clapped once. Twice. Three times.

The other Kings joined one after another. In less than a minute, the whole court erupted with clappings.

But, King Lucien wasn’t done.

A guard hurried forward with the Royal Pillow held out in front of him. On the pillow nestled a shiny gold crown she has never seen before but was almost sure that it isn’t the crown of a princess because a princess’s crown is way smaller and less shiny.

With both hands, King Lucien reached for the crown. He took it out with utmost respect, and as he did so, his voice raised again;

“With the power vested in me as the King who conquered the past King of Mombana…as the present King of Mombana…, I withdraw the royal feminine crown of Mombana and place it on your head,” he placed the gold crown on Danika’s head, “and as I do this, I crown you the QUEEN OF MOMBANA.”

His voice rose higher, “From today henceforth, you seize being a slave to anybody and you become a Queen to everybody! From henceforth, you stop bowing to anybody and everybody will bow to you! From henceforth, you stop being Slave Danika but Queen Danika!”

He paused, everywhere in majestic silence. He finished in repeat, “I crown you, the new Queen of Mombana!”