A Royals Honor

ecked you and him take walks around the establishment’ ‘Are you jealous?’ she asked him ‘does my presence provoke you?’ ‘Yes you are changing the king, he is barley managing coming into this role as

e floor and was almost falling had it not been for Mena who held her in place. She turned around and found his face so close to hers, his hands were on her waist. He gently put her into place and she steadied herself. ‘You ought to look where you are going’ he said sitting back down ‘No you ought to look where you are going’ she responded sitting down with him ‘The polite thing to say is thank you’ he said opening his door ‘You can read?’ she asked him ‘No I just find it pleasing to stare at books all day’ he looked at her and it took a while for her to under his sarcasm ‘what brings you here?’ he asked her ‘The elders are searching for you’ she responded ‘Tell them you did not manage to locate me’ he answered ‘It’s Mayani who asked me to bring you back’ she told him ‘Tell him you have no knowledge of my whereabouts’ he told her flatly ‘Is there something that bothers you my king?’ he dropped his book and looked at her ‘Why would you ask me that?’ he asked her ‘Well you seem like something is bothering you, do pray tell’ she inquired ‘It’s no concern of your own’ he answered and stood ‘I desire to be left alone’ ‘My king’ she stood too ‘sometimes sharing your burdens with others makes it easy’ she said and when he turned around she smiled ‘my brother always told me that ‘You speak of your brother in past tense’ he observed ‘He was murdered, I just found out’ Mena sat back down ‘Then perhaps you would understand my peril’ he said calmly telling her to sit ‘I too had a brother’ ‘Really?’ she asked ‘He died when the Atula and Zwiri attacked us’ ‘Am so sorry my king’ she told him ‘Time has passed 2 full years but I still carry his memories with me’ he explained ‘That is why we should endeavour for peace and not war’ Neima insisted ‘War can’t be avoided, it is necessitated by the evil of this world’ he responded ‘War can be avoided if people could just talk to each other’ she explained ‘The idea of peace is a myth, one should always dominate the other ‘What if everyone was equal?’ ‘Being equal is more of a myth. Mena is known for its strong worriers, Nkonka has the fertile soil, the Zwiri have mineral

e so I will say thank you to him’ she said happily ‘My princess don’t you think you are spending too much of your time with the King?’ she asked her as she got on plaiting the cornrows ‘I do not spend time with him, am just a slave’ ‘Exactly my princess that is why you ought to be careful’ she told her ‘What are you implying?’ asked Neima ‘You are spending a lot of time with him if people saw you they would assume otherwise’ ‘Assume what exactly?’ ‘My princess the king is no ordinary man’ she added finishing up what she was doing ‘I know he is no ordinary man eh is the king’ ‘That is why I implore you to be careful’ added Nana ‘You are confusing me now, he merely asked me for a favour and I aided him that is all there is’ she explained simply ‘people will not understand it, people around the king tend to disappear mysteriously and we are already in enemy lines we should never forget that he isn’t one of us’ Nana added and Neima looked thoughtful, there was a knock on the door ‘are you expecting anyone my princess?’ Nana asked her and she shook her hea