CHAPTER EIGHT

The queen turned to her and smiled. She reached out and covered Ada's trembling hands with hers, turning her gaze to where Ikenna sat; talking with his father.

Don't worry, everything will be fine. He knows his duties as your husband because he has been raised well said the queen

She nodded compliantly and faked smile, turning her gaze to Ikenna. Looking really closely now she noticed how handsome he looked today. He was slim, yet well built around his chest and arms. His eyes looked like they could spit fire🔥🔥, and for the brief moment when they touched as she present him the palm wine, his felt coarse as the bark of Mama's Olom tree

Ikenna was a warrior who had no time for feelings or emotions, she thought so there was no point entertaining these thoughts about him. As the sun began to set, Ada stood and request permission to retire. The queen immediately summoned a young girl who she introduced as Nikita, Ada's personal maid servant. After a brief tour around the palace quarter, Nikita took a large hut (house).

'Your majesty; Nikita said and curtsied

The hut (House) had a large bed with several wool drapes lying on it. There were cupboards made of the finest wood on which lay different beautiful wrappers (clothes). Ada knew she would never possessed these things if it were not for her new status

She turned to Nikita who stood at the entrance and Drew her in, saying in a whisper. You are not going to be my servant, but my sister. When we are alone, call me Ada and nothing else. Formalities are for the king's court. Do you understand?'

Nikita Suddenly covered her mouth to stop herself from exclaiming at what she had just heard. The punishment for such rudeness, if she were caught, would be terrible. She looked at the new princess and said finally, 'Yes, your majesty and in a stammering voice corrected herself: I mean Ada.

Please bring me a light wrapper (cloth) so I can change for the night Ada said, as her heart pounded with fear for what would happen when the time came for the prince to claim his bride that night.

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