'Supervising'

She opened her mouth to argue but quickly shut it, her face reddening.

The king wasn't finished. "I expect this matter to be resolved as I've commanded. You will work together and represent this family with pride.

"And don't ever call your sister a servant again. Do you understand?" King Ikechukwu repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Ebere hesitated, her pride warring with her fear of their father's growing anger. She didn't bother to respond at first, but her mother, sensing the storm brewing, leaned over and pinched her thigh under the table. Ebere flinched and quickly muttered, "Yes, Father."

King Ikechukwu regarded her closely, his gaze sharp and critical. He shook his head slightly, a look of disappointment crossing his face. 'It seems I've spoiled her too much,' he thought. 'Perhaps it's time for some corrections.'