CHAPTER 37

Cries shred the morning sun, blaring through the kingdom like the torrent of an ocean into every house that stood in the village. It was said that the light of the body was the eyes, but what happens when the body loses its light. The light of a kingdom was its king, but what happens when the kingdom loses its light.

Olamma, the prince betrothed was dead, murdered in cold blood, but what Buchi—the chief of maids—could not fathom, was the extent to which the murderers had gone to achieve their aim.

“Tufia kwa, Alu (abomination),” She spat. The image of the slaughter still lingered freshly in her memory. She could still see the bulging eyes of the king and his queen. They had been butchered in an identical fashion. From the upper limb down to their lower abdomen.

Olamma was dissected differently, close observation of the three corpses, and one would notice that the murderers had paid more attention to the king and queen.

But why were their hearts missing?