Chapter 5 The King Slave

LADY SAMARA POV:

I found myself sitting in front of the mirror, taking a moment to admire my beauty. The reflection showed off my snow-white skin, glowing softly in the light. My long black hair cascaded down my back, reaching all the way to my waist. From every angle, I felt like the most stunning beauty in the world.

Surrounding me were my maids, diligently attending to my perfect body. Each one had a specific role in ensuring I looked absolutely flawless.

Yes, I am King Demetrius's betrothed, the daughter of Alpha Thane, the ruler of BlueMoon Park. After the passing of King Demetrius's wife, the park needed a new Luna by the king's side to ensure its strength in facing any challenges.

I was thrilled to be chosen by the king, and over time, I had developed deep feelings for him. Although I hadn't yet been crowned Luna of the park, I knew that day was fast approaching.

"Your nails, my lady," one of the maids murmured softly, careful not to disturb the beautiful woman before her.

I extended my long, delicate fingers, which I knew men would probably die to kiss-but alas, they were meant for the king and no one else.

Humming my favorite song with joy, I couldn't wait to see the king in his chamber and share a passionate moment with my beloved.

"A message, my lady," Palema, my personal maid, burst in, her breath coming in ragged gasps as if she had been running.

"Speak!" I commanded, my voice steady as I eagerly awaited what news she had to share.

"It's personal, my lady," Palema replied, glancing at the other maids who surrounded me like bees to honey.

I quickly dismissed the others with a wave, urging Palema to continue. "While I was out gathering your favorite flowers, I overheard some slaves whispering that the king has bought a new slave who looks exactly like his late wife," Palema blurted out, causing my face to drain of color. I felt as if my blood had turned to ice, and my expression shifted dramatically.

"Wh... What?" I stammered, struggling to keep my voice steady as my breath caught in my throat. "How? That can't be possible... Where is she?"

"I need to see my King," I declared, standing up gracefully and making my way out of the room. As I walked down the hallway, my heels clicked against the polished marble floor, radiating an aura of perfection. I paused at the entrance to the king's chamber, but two sturdy guards blocked my path.

"My Lady, the king has ordered that no one is allowed in for now," one of the guards mumbled, not even bothering to look at me.

I clenched my fists in frustration before responding, "Do you know who I am?"

"Yes, you are King Bethoren," he replied quickly.

"And that means I am the next Luna of the park! I have every right to see my beloved whenever I wish," I raised my voice, feeling the heat of my anger.

"My lady, this is a direct order from the king. No one is allowed to enter," the guard reiterated.

"Oh, shut up! Let me in, or I swear I'll have your head on my table," I threatened, but the guards remained unfazed by my words.

It was a command from the mighty King, and disobeying it could lead to a brutal end. They would rather face the king's wrath than mine.

Seeing that they weren't budging, I attempted to push past them, but they were too strong. Just then, the king emerged with a stern expression. "My King, they won't let me see you! They are disrespecting my orders, and they both deserve to die," I feigned sadness, hoping to sway him with my complaint.

King Demetrius surveyed the scene before fixing me with a dangerous gaze. "Why do you want to see me?" he asked, ignoring my outburst.

"My beloved, I want it to be private. These guards have no right to overhear our conversation," I insisted, rolling my eyes at the guard who was challenging me.

The King sighed. "If you can't say it here and now, then forget about saying it to me."

He turned to leave, but I quickly grabbed his muscular arm and asked, "Is it true you bought a slave?" My concern was evident, causing the king to freeze in his tracks.