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“What makes you so sure? He might want to come and see you.”
Queen Danika gathered her thoughts. They walked past the garden in slow, steady movements and began approaching the river. The night sky was beautiful. Shooting stars traveled among other stars in the sky.
“For one, King Lucien would never want to be seen in a crowd as part of the crowd-he tends to stand out a lot amidst the crowd. Secondly, he will not want to be there while I chooseanother man for my life and my bed. Thirdly and most likely,” she faced Baski. “The King Lucien I know would never leave his throne empty and vulnerable to journey to Mombana just to see me because he has no one to look after the throne and his people. He would never want to endanger his people. No king wants that,” she finished in a sad, whispered undertone.
Sadness crossed Baski’s features because she knew that Danika was right. She said nothing.
“I miss him so badly. Do you know what I wish?” Danika whispered.
“What is it?”
“I wish a miracle will happen, and I will see him again,” she let out softly, her heart aching.
Baski wished so too. “I miss him too.”
Danika turned to an older woman and took her hand into hers. “I’m so sorry, Baski. It’s because of me that you’re separated from him. It must be so hard for you. You can go back to Salem whenever you want, Baski. I know you’ll always come back.”
Baski smiled at her, shaking her head. “No. I will wait for you to give birth before I step an inch away from your side.”
Danika’s eyes watered emotionally and she hugged Baski as she whispered again, “I wish a miracle will happen, and he will come to me.”
King Lucien’s eyes sprang open. He sat up, glancing at the door. “Come in.”
The door opened, and Zariel entered hurriedly. He walked towards the king’s desk and handed the king a red, wrapped parchment. “This is the invitation sent out by Mombana across the kingdoms.”
King Lucien took the parchment from him and rolled it open.
Zariel watched his king carefully as he read calmly through the parchment. He remained calm as he read through the sheepskin, but Zariel picked up some reactions he could not hide. A muscle ticked in his jaw. His fingers clenched and unclenched on the parchment. His eyes flared. His muscles tensed. Finally, he raised his head. “A royal marital invitation. She will be getting married soon.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“They are in such a hurry to give her to another man. She is carrying my child. Mine,” he spoke through gritted teeth.
“Apparently, Mombana wants a king desperately, and they are in a hurry to crown one. The royal banquet is in three days, and when she chooses her king, the marriage will follow just as quickly…then the coronation. Everything is being rushed,” Zariel explained.
Danika will be married soon. She will belong to another man. She will be by his side. He will lay with her at night. She will carry his child.
The king’s head was whirling-and not from headache this time around. An ugly feeling rose inside him that he could not tap down. His shoulder was so tensed. He had to put in a lot of effort not to ball his hands into fists and slam them on the nearest wall.
Zariel shifted uncomfortably at the look on his king’s face. Now would be a good time to get out of his sight. “Um, I know you might w-want to see the invitation. That is w-why I brought it to you. Have a good night’s rest, Your Majesty.” He bowed his head, turning towards the door. In two steps, he reached the door and grabbed the doorknob.
“Zariel?” The king called, his eyes still on the sheepskin.
The guard turned back to him. “Yes, Your Highness.”
“Send a guard to the minister’s home for public works. Tell him that I changed my mind.” Then he pinned Zariel with deepblue eyes. “Tell the minister of public works that Salem will seek out Sonma, the rain checker, to know if there is any solution for our rainless state.”
“As you wish, Your Majesty! The minister will be very happy with your change of mind!” Zariel bowed his head in a little bit of enthusiasm that was rare for the big-muscled guard. He turned to leave. Stopped. Glanced back at the king. “Which minister will I say is in charge of going to Mombana to make this positive inquiry, Your Majesty?”
Silence.
Then. “I will make the inquiries, Zariel. I will journey to Mombana myself.”..
Kamara woke to the news of King Lucien’s letter, and her happiness had been unsurmountable. It skyrocketed when Henna rushed to her bedroom to tell her that the royal messenger from Salem had arrived and he was with King Valendy.
Kamara had been dancing all to herself since then, wearing a heartwarming smile as she attended to her princess duties.
She’d made out time, as usual, to take food to Callan’s dungeon. They wouldn’t let her get past the boundary because her father made sure of it, but she already had a few guards working for her to ensure that Callan got food. Karama handed the food to one of the guards before she walked back to the royal quarters. From afar, she saw Donna’s eyes pinned on her, and the mistress was frowning in thought. Obviously, she wonders why there’s a smile on Kamara’s face today. It had become a rare feature on her face since her lover was imprisoned. Princess Kamara only grinned smugly at the bitch and walked past her.
Donna remained in worry as she walked to the mistress quarters while the princess was giddy with excitement.
It did not matter if this happiness of hers was fleeting. It did not matter if she had to marry a man she did not love.
It was a small sacrifice to pay for Callan’s life.
“Are you awake, Your Highness?” came the deep voice of a guard.
Queen Danika had been awake for a few minutes but her body was hurting-from her back to her hip and her belly. Everywhere hurt.
It had been this way these past few weeks, especially when she woke in the morning. Her only hope was that there was a light at the end of her tunnel, as Baski would often tell her.
Very soon, she would be carrying her child in her arms. A bright loving smile spread across her face. She caressed her swollen belly tenderly.
“I’m awake,” she managed to groan, her eyes closed. “You can come in, Omna.”
The door open and the guard, Omna, hurried in. He bowed his head to her. “Words are moving around the kingdom, Your Majesty. It’s about the king of Salem.”
Her eyes sprang open, her heart thudding. “King Lucien?”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
With a groan, she managed to push herself up from the bed. Her eyes found Omna. “What about the king of Salem?”
“Words are, he has finally honored his treaty to the kingdom of Navia. He has officially asked for the hand of Princess Kamara in marriage.”
Her heart stopped.
The world tilted around her, and it was a blessing that she was sitting down on the bed, because if she was standing, she might have lost her balance.
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