The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 22

Sally led the King and Baski to the particular dungeon where Vetta held Danika.

When Sally entered the cave, Vetta was ready to laugh at her for her incompetence and stupidity, and she was ready to tell her to get out because no amount of pleading will save her princess from her hand.

She opened her mouth, but the words were immediately cut off when Lucien strode right behind the little slave.

The shock on Vetta's face was massive.

"M-My King!" She stuttered out in shock, bowing her head.

But none of them were staring at her. The king, Baski and Sally's eyes were on a very unconscious Danika who's back was so bloody, the strokes of whip visible....some of it tearing her skin open.

"Oh, Creator...!" Sally started crying again so openingly, but she didn't reach for her princess. The king is there and he hasn't ordered this.

"My king, I---"

"Save it, Vetta." He groaned in a low voice.

Vetta snapped her mouth shut, her heart in her throat. She expected the king to compliment her for making that daughter of a monster hurt.

But, it's almost obvious that the king doesn't share her sentiment.

Lucien's eyes took in the sight in front of him. He didn't say anything...but he didn't have to. His cold eyes got colder, his face hard as if carved out of granite.

"Sally, go and call Chad." He groaned at last.

Sally didn't need to be told twice, she ran as if her whole life depended on it. She found Chad in the servant's quarters and gave the king's message breathlessly and sorrowfully.

Chad took off in a run with her and together, they arrived back at the dungeon. "Yes, my king." Chad bowed his head, awaiting command.

"Get her from the ground. Be careful not to make her wounds hurt, and take her to her room."

Chad went to action immediately, hating the sight before him. How can the mistress do something like this

Carefully, he lifted Danika in a caveman's manner, her midriff on his shoulder, her back in the air.

He started out of the room in a hurry and Sally followed him, still sobbing her eyes out. Baski turned to follow them but the king called her name.

"Yes, my king?" She answered, so much sorrow unmasked on her face.

King Lucien didn't say anything for a full minute, that usual unreadable expression on his face.

His eyes finally held her. "Use all the herbs you can find. Take some maids into the woods and gather the best of them, even the rare ones. Use Ankola if you have to, but heal her wounds and..." He paused.

Baski waited for him to finish. Telling her to gather all these can only mean that---

".....try your best to make sure she doesn't bear the physical marks of this day on her skin." He finished.

Chad carried Danika into the room, Sally ran ahead, getting the bed ready. He laid her facedown on the bed.

There's no clothing covering her back, only blood and bruises. Her eyes were closed, the streaks of her dried tears on her cheeks.

"Open the window for fresh air." Baski ordered as she entered the room a few moments later with some herb leaves on her hands. She must have made a stop to her room before coming over.

Sally ran to do what she said, opening the window for fresh air and a little bit of sunlight. Baski set her herbs on the table and began mixing them.

"Sally, use water to wipe the blood away, let's see how much bruises we're facing. This herbs here will disinfect them and heal them a little bit. You'll follow me to the woods once we're done to get a whole lot of healing herbs we'll need."

"Alright, Madam Baski." She answered eagerly and went right ahead to get water.

While Baski mixed her herbs, Sally ran around and came back with a bowl of water and clean rag. She proceeded to clean the wounds even as she cried silently.

How can this mistress do this to the princess? The princess never did anything wrong! Nothing! Sally thought, her heart aching.

King Lucien stood at the door with Chad beside him. The king said nothing, his eyes watching the activities in front of him.

His face revealed nothing, but whenever Sally peeked a look at him, she would have sworn that there's banked-up anger there. It made her scared.

Is he angry at the princess? Or at the Mistress?

With the king, you'll never know. Or maybe, she's just imagining things, Sally thought.