CHAPTER THIRTEEN (MOURNING)

Father!!!!!! Princess Memma yelled as she saw this. She got up and ran towards him but was grabbed by the guards after they heard the order 'Arrest her' from Princess Nenma.

"How dare you?" Princess Memma roared at her.

"Let me go near my father this instant." She roared again.

"Exile her from this kingdom at once." Princess Nenma ordered and the guards started dragging Princess Memma away.

Princess Memma kept shouting and crying as she was being taken away.

"Princess Memma is hereby banished from this kingdom and never to return." Declared king Nenma after she was crowned in front of her father's corpse.

Princess Memma left the kingdom with a heavy heart while Princess Nenma had a small feast for her coronation.

"I wasn't even allowed to bury my father. And look how confidently she chased me out because father made her king before his death." Princess Memma kept murmuring to herself as she wandered through the thick forest.

Her legs were hurting and her tender body was all bruised and wounded by strong shrubs and bushes.

"But one thing that she doesn't know is that I won't allow her to be on that throne for long because I will come back and take over my place once again. It was mine to begin with and I will take it back." Her eyes glowed as she said these words.

After Princess Memma vouched to return and take what is rightfully hers. The kingdom waited for six days before they decided to bury the late king.

"Today marks the sixth day after the painful and agonizing death of our dear beloved king, King Bajju the sixth of the Kugama kingdom. We have waited for six days according to the number of the generation of kings on which he ascended the throne of his father, today just as his father King Jaja the Fifth was buried on the fifth day, he will be buried today, which is the sixth day, so let us prepare. The town crier went around the large kingdom to inform every household of this.

In the evening, the whole palace yard was packed full of people in their white mourning clothes weeping bitterly as the corpse of King Bajju was carried out, he was dressed in the Royal gold clothing of his ancestors, and gold jewelry and even emerald gemstones were adorned to him.

He was being carried to the palace graveyard where only royalties are buried. His pale face was uncovered, his hair as dead as his body rested on his head.