I would have kept silent of not for the unbearable pain on my ear, "Miss Onye", I called out, "you're hurting me".
She stops dead in her tracks when she heard my voice, "my ......my prince?", she looks like she doesn't believe what her eyes are seeing.
"Yeah that's me", I smile up at her while flipping my hair off my face for her to be sure am truly the one.
"I don't know it was you", she looks hysteric, "I wouldn't have done that to you if I knew you were the one", her eyes were as wide a saucers; I won't be surprised if what's going through her mind right now is her execution.
Touching a prince without his permission in Ugali is a crime; to touch a prince, he must have given you permission to do so.
"Relax, I know you didn't know it was me based on how you behaved earlier; you wouldn't have down half of the things you did if you knew I was the one standing before you and not a lowly maid", I tried to make her calm her hysteric self down yet she was still looking around frantically as if there are invincible guards in here.
"I really didn't know it was you; had I known I wouldn't have done what I did. Please forgive me high prince", she touched her wrist as if envisioning how it will be cut off from her body, " I don't want to lose a hand please forgive me your highness", she pleaded with tears on her face.
In Ugali the punishment of touching a prince without his permission is the cutting of ones wrist if the said royalty permits it.
Most times they're beheaded if the royalty in question wishes it so.
"It's okay Miss, I bear no grudge against you", I smiled at her to make her feel at ease, " I will take my leave if you don't mind?".
My words made her even more uneasy than she was before, "please don't tell your father", she begs again.
It's no surprise she thought I will tell Father about what transpired earlier; Father won't be happy with me if he hears what I did in the first place.
He won't like it when he hears how I walked around the palace wearing a maid's outfit; he will legit shit himself if was to learn of that.
He might not punish me, but his silent mood for days after that will hunt me till I die from his silent treatment.
I shook my head, "am in as much trouble as you're if Father gets to hear of it; I rather he not know, and you keep a shut mouth about the incident of today", I winked at her dumbfounded self as I left the cellar.
A cellar that when recalled even to this date brings about a bout of dread in me.
The place was filled to the brim with weapons of different kinds hanging on the wall.