Chapter Two: Beneath The Storm

The relentless flow of the gorge river carried bodies—both dead and alive—as well as scattered goods toward the Zihama River, eventually reaching Tanoua. Nosaze's body was tossed by the current, until, with great effort, she crawled onto the shore. She winced in pain as she struggled, the arrow lodged in her collarbone digging deep.

Weak and exhausted, she gritted her teeth and pulled the arrow free, her own strength a cruel contrast to the pain that surged through her body. Dazed and disoriented, she collapsed onto the cold earth, her chest heaving as the world around her blurred.

From the distant edge of the riverbank, the people of Tanoua began hauling goods and bodies from the water, their motions swift and practiced. One of them noticed her and pointed toward her direction. She tried to focus, but their voices seemed muffled, like a distant echo. The sounds, their words, were all lost to her as the blackness crept in.

She fell unconscious, her body finally succumbing to the toll of the journey, the fight, and the pain.

The Roar of Valor

Meanwhile, Yoname and her army camped at the Nduka's Whispering Cave Hill. However, Erhahon, disguised as one of her soldiers, took a different path. He was heading back to Meroe to seek King Tarhaqa, the man his father had trusted to watch over him.

King Tarhaqa wandered the kingdom, his thoughts uneasy. He sought word of Erhahon, his mind restless as he questioned his guards. They informed him that Erhahon was at The Roar of Valor, a famed arena where warriors proved their strength.

Tarhaqa's unease deepened, and he made his way to the arena.

At The Roar of Valor, the crowd gathered, their eyes fixed on the spectacle. Erhahon, with sword and shield in hand, wrestled a lion, a brutal test of strength and skill. He was no stranger to the challenge, though today, his resolve was put to the test.

With the lion's wild eyes locked on him, Erhahon pressed forward, sword raised. The beast swiped at him, claws slashing across his arm. Erhahon gritted his teeth in pain but held his ground. He raised his shield just in time, the lion's claws raking across its surface. With a grunt of effort, Erhahon pushed the lion back, using the shield as a barrier.

The crowd roared with excitement, their cheers almost drowned by the thundering of Erhahon's heartbeat. He circled the lion, both waiting for the other to make a move. The lion growled low, its amber eyes glistening under the sunlight that struck Erhahon's shield, giving it an almost supernatural glow.

Erhahon tapped his sword against the shield, taunting the beast. The lion snarled and charged, but Erhahon was swift. He crouched just as the lion leaped toward him, landing with a crash on the shield. With quick reflexes, Erhahon thrust himself forward, using his sword to cut the chain holding the lion's cage shut. The gate fell with a heavy clang, trapping the lion inside.

The crowd erupted in applause, but Erhahon stood still, his thoughts elsewhere. He had won, but something weighed heavily on his heart.

As he turned to leave the arena, his name echoed through the crowd. It was King Tarhaqa's voice, cutting through the cheers.

Erhahon froze, then turned to see the king standing at the edge of the crowd. Shock flashed across his face, and he bowed his head. "Your highness," he said respectfully.

Tarhaqa smiled, but his voice held a touch of amusement. "Why didn't you take it easy on the beast? You and I both know that lion was no match for you."

Suddenly, Erhahon rushed forward and embraced the king. Tarhaqa's smile faded as he studied Erhahon's face, sensing a deeper concern. "What's troubling you, son?"

Erhahon pulled back, his expression somber. He sat down, his gaze distant. "I just arrived from Benin," he said quietly.

"Benin?!" Tarhaqa's eyes widened in disbelief. "Why would you go to Benin? Do you think you can handle this alone? I promised your father I would keep you safe, and now you're walking straight into the heart of the enemy's camp."

Erhahon's voice dropped, tinged with emotion. "It's about my mother and my aunt. My mother plans to harm my aunt because of a promise she made to my late father. She believes Benin wronged her."

Tarhaqa's face grew serious. "So it's true… your father was killed in the forest by King Juba?"

Erhahon nodded. "My mother knew it was him, based on the poison arrows she found. And now she wants to take vengeance."

Tarhaqa stood still, processing the revelation. "And what do you propose we do?"

"I want to disguise myself and go to the Kingdom of Nehizena," Erhahon replied. "With the help of my younger sister, I'll try to convince my mother to let go of her hatred for Benin."

"And your aunt?" Tarhaqa asked.

Erhahon hesitated. "I met her at the palace. She seemed calm, though fear gripped her when my mother issued her threat."

He paused before looking up at the king, his voice pleading. "Your highness, please… let me handle this. Let me see it through."

Tarhaqa studied him for a moment before speaking softly, "Are you sure you can handle it, son?"

Erhahon nodded with determination. "Yes, I can."

The king sat beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Stay vigilant, Erhahon. If you run into trouble, know that I am here to help you."

Erhahon's eyes softened as he nodded in acknowledgment.

"One more thing," Tarhaqa added. "I know you've seen Aigbe. Stay out of his matters. He's not someone you want to cross."

Erhahon clenched his fist, a shadow crossing his face. "Benin's days are numbered. I can't let my mother destroy everything. She doesn't understand the consequences of her actions."

He looked down at the ancestral necklace his father had given him, a gift from Nehizena. He sighed deeply, his voice barely above a whisper as he muttered, "Papa, why did you leave me to face this alone?"

Tarhaqa placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Son, there's no need to blame yourself. Go and wash up, and we'll head back to the palace. You've done enough for today."

Erhahon nodded, grateful for the king's support. He stood and walked off to wash up, his heart heavy with the weight of what lay ahead.

The Path of Redemption and Conquest

At Tanoua Village, Nosaze slowly opened her eyes, her blurry vision struggling to adjust to the room. The warm rays of the early morning sun streamed through a window, casting a gentle glow across the space. The unfamiliar surroundings unsettled her as she sat up on the bed, her muscles aching. Her gaze fell on herself, and she froze—the clothes she now wore were different from her battle-worn attire. Panic set in as she looked around the room, her breaths shallow and quick.

A woman entered, carrying a bowl of water. Her face softened with relief. "Your Highness, you're awake. Please, lie back and rest while I send for the chief."

Nosaze hesitated but complied, unsure of her situation yet sensing no immediate threat. Moments later, a tall, regal man entered the room, his steps deliberate. He carried himself with the air of a leader.

"You're awake," he said, his voice warm but commanding.

Nosaze instinctively shifted back on the bed, her eyes narrowing. "Who are you? Where am I?"

The man gave a reassuring smile. "Your Highness, I am Chief Bamidele, ruler of Tanoua Village. You don't need to worry," he said, stepping closer. His voice lowered slightly. "You are in safe hands."

Still wary, Nosaze asked, "How do you know I'm royalty?"

Bamidele's smile deepened as he reached into his garment and pulled out an ancestral necklace, handing it to her. "It's written all over your attire—and this."

Nosaze took the necklace from him with trembling hands, her heart heavy as she stared at it. Memories of the battle and Sonni's face flashed before her eyes. "Your men… they picked me up from the shore?"

"Yes," Bamidele replied. "You were in a dire state. It's a miracle you survived." He paused, sitting on a chair by the bedside. "Many people come to us by the river—kings, queens, soldiers—some alive, some not. Here in Tanoua, we give them aid. It's our way, though we ask for a token of appreciation in return. What we offer is more than healing; we offer a second chance." He leaned forward, his gaze searching hers. "Some use it to seek peace. Others go back to finish what they started. A few are lucky, while many are not. But, In the end, the choice is yours. What will yours be?"

Nosaze turned her face to the window, her voice quiet but resolute. "I don't know yet. But I've made a terrible mistake… and I need to fix it."

Bamidele studied her for a moment, then stood. "You are a determined queen, but your body must heal before you move forward." As he walked toward the door, Nosaze called out.

"Chief!" He stopped and turned to her.

"Yes, Your Highness?"

Her voice quivered as she asked, "Did you and your men see anyone else—a man, someone still bearing the signs of royalty?"

Bamidele shook his head. "As of now, you're the only royal we've found. You could ask the physicians outside, like Tafiri. He might know more. But with the storm that raged when we found you… it's unlikely anyone else survived."

He left, the door closing softly behind him. Alone, Nosaze clutched the necklace tightly, her thoughts racing. Fear gripped her heart as she whispered to herself, "Sonni… where are you?"

Nosaze rose from her bed, her heart heavy with unease. She stepped out of the room, her eyes scanning the bustling activity in the building. The air was filled with the hum of voices, the shuffle of footsteps, and the faint groans of patients. Physicians moved hurriedly between rooms, tending to the wounded and sick, while helpers carried supplies. Amid the commotion, Nosaze searched desperately, her eyes darting from face to face, hoping for a glimpse of Sonni. But he was nowhere to be found.

As she wandered, her attention was drawn by a physician calling out, "Tafiri!" Her heart leaped at the name, and she rushed toward the man who turned at the call.

"Please," she said breathlessly, her voice trembling, "have you seen a man from Gao? A royal?"

Tafiri shook his head solemnly. "I'm sorry, Your Highness, but no. We haven't seen anyone fitting that description. However," his tone grew heavier, "we've just discharged six dead kings from our temple. If you wish, you can go and see the bodies to confirm if the one you seek is among them."

Nosaze's heart sank at his words. Her legs felt weak, and her breath hitched as she glanced toward the corridor leading to the temple. The sight of bodies wrapped in white cloth being carried out crushed her spirit. Her heart pounded painfully in her chest, and she stumbled, her steps faltering until she sank to her knees just outside the corridor.

Tears streamed down her face as she whispered, her voice breaking, "Sonni… I'm so sorry for what I did to you. My foolishness… my pride… it has killed you." Her sobs grew louder, her body shaking as she cried. "My Creator, please… give me another chance! Sonni, please… I beg you, forgive me. Don't leave me alone. Don't leave me in this world without you. I'm lost without you, Sonni. I don't know where to go, what to do."

Her voice cracked, her cries echoing in the corridor. "I'll make it right, I swear! Just… just come back to me, please!" Her strength gave out, and she bowed her head to the floor, her body wracked with grief.

Then, amidst her despair, a voice called softly from behind her. "Nosa…"

The sound startled her. It was familiar, like a melody she thought she had lost forever. She froze, her mind struggling to believe what she had heard. Slowly, she turned, her tear-streaked face lifting. There he was—Sonni, standing tall, his face marked with both exhaustion and relief.

"Sonni!" she gasped, her voice a mixture of disbelief and joy.

"What are you doing?" he asked gently, his tone filled with concern.

Without hesitation, she sprang to her feet and ran to him, wrapping her arms around him tightly, as if afraid he might vanish. "Sonni!" she cried into his chest, her words tumbling out between sobs. "I'm so sorry! I was so blind… so foolish. I hurt you… I betrayed you! I don't deserve your forgiveness, but please, Sonni… please forgive me. I'm such an evil person. I pushed you away when all you wanted was to protect me. I don't want to lose you again. I can't bear it!"

Sonni held her just as tightly, his arms a sanctuary against her despair. He rested his chin atop her head, his voice soft and soothing. "Nosa, it's okay. I'm here now. I'm not going anywhere. Calm down, please. You're safe. We're both safe." He stroked her hair gently as she cried. "You're not evil. You've always had the strength to carry the weight of kingdoms, but even the strongest make mistakes. We'll fix this… together."

Her sobs softened as his words enveloped her. "You're here," she whispered, her voice cracking. "You're really here."

"I am," he said, his voice steady. "And I'm not leaving you. We'll find our way back, no matter how hard it gets. You're not alone, Nosa."

She clung to him, her heart finding solace in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. In that moment, despite the chaos around them, she felt a glimmer of hope—a chance to make things right.

The night was thick with tension as Yoname strode toward the meeting hall in Afuria, her anger bubbling beneath the surface. She had not been informed about this clandestine gathering of the Kings who had once worked alongside her late husband, Nehizena. Word had reached her, and she was determined to make her presence felt. Her steps were firm, each one reverberating with authority as she approached the guarded entrance.

The guards, seeing her approach, immediately blocked her way. One of them stepped forward, his hand on the hilt of his sword, demanding, "Halt! You cannot enter."

Yoname's eyes narrowed, her gaze unwavering. "I am Yoname, and I will enter."

The guard, not recognizing the weight of her words, drew his sword, stepping closer. "You will not pass, woman."

Without warning, Yoname's chain blades were in her hands, their metal gleaming under the moonlight. In a flash, she spun them with deadly precision, slashing through the air. The guard's sword was barely raised before the dual chains wrapped around his neck, pulling him in close. She tightened her grip, and with a swift twist, the chain blades constricted around him, ending his life in an instant.

The other guards froze in shock, their eyes wide as they watched the man fall to the ground. The tension in the air was palpable as they exchanged hesitant glances. They knew who Yoname was—too dangerous to challenge. One by one, they stepped back, their weapons lowered in submission. They could not fight her and had no choice but to allow her into the premises.

Inside, the Kings were seated, engaged in a heated discussion. Juba's voice cut through the murmurs, his tone filled with frustration. "We can't keep working with Yoname. That woman is too dangerous. She can outsmart us all, especially when she seems to know too much about Nehizena's death."

Mpande, ever the diplomat, tried to interject. "We cannot simply remove her from the chamber. The Kings of Kush hold her in high regard for her wisdom and skill. Unless she breaks a rule, we cannot act against her."

But Fausta, his voice rising in defiance, was quick to disagree. "Why are we afraid of her? She's not one of us. She's from Benin, not the north. We cannot let a Benin woman lead us in this chamber!"

Massinissa and Bocchus nodded in agreement, murmuring their support for Fausta's words. The tension in the room escalated as the Kings began to argue amongst themselves, voices rising in indignation. But before the situation could spiral further, the doors to the chamber burst open, and Yoname entered.

Her presence alone sent a wave of fear through the room. The Kings fell silent as they saw her, her cold eyes sweeping over them. She stood tall, her posture regal and commanding.

"What is going on here?" Yoname asked, her voice steady but filled with authority.

Juba, ever the bold one, narrowed his eyes. "Who let you into this room?"

Yoname's gaze shifted to Mpande, her lips curling into a smirk. "So, you all had the audacity to hold a meeting without informing me?" she asked, her tone laced with mockery.

Mpande's eyes flickered nervously. "They brought the meeting to me," he replied, his voice faltering under her scrutiny.

Fausta, trying to regain some semblance of control, exclaimed, "Mpande, don't let this woman intimidate you!"

Massinissa added, "She's trying to get into your head."

The Kings tried to rally against her presence, but Yoname had had enough. "Silence!" she roared, the sound of her voice cutting through the chaos. In a single motion, she whipped her chain blades, slicing through the table in the center of the room with a resounding crack. The Kings recoiled in shock, some even jolting back in fear.

Yoname turned her gaze toward Fausta, her eyes icy. "Me and the Kings of Kush honor those who are important," she said, her voice sharp and unyielding. "Now tell me, Fausta, who here is more important than I?"

Fausta faltered, unable to respond, his lips trembling. Yoname continued, her voice like ice, "So now tell me, who is the head in this chamber?" Her gaze flicked toward Mpande. "Mpande, tell him."

Mpande lowered his head, unwilling to meet her gaze. The Kings were silent, knowing they had lost this battle.

Yoname sighed, her posture relaxing slightly as she turned toward the rest of the room. "Fausta, ignorance is something I forbid in my life. So stop. But anyways, I wanted to inform you all that we will be moving the mighty weapons from the siege vault to the borders of Agbira once I get it opened."

While the other kings exchanged glances and silently agreed to her words, Fausta, enraged and too proud to back down, unsheathed his sword. "I will never listen to your orders!" he snarled, charging toward her from behind.

Yoname, faster than anyone could anticipate, threw her dagger with deadly precision. It sank into Fausta's throat before he could even raise his sword in defense. He gasped for air, his eyes wide with shock and pain, before he crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

The rest of the Kings said nothing, their faces pale as they watched their comrade fall. Yoname stepped over Fausta's body, towering over him. His hand reached out weakly, begging for mercy, but Yoname only looked down at him with disdain.

"I told you," she said coldly, "ignorance is something I forbid in my life."

She turned and walked away, leaving the room in silence.

Yoname strode purposefully toward the Siege Vault, her resolve unshakable. With the key she had taken from Zuri, she approached the massive doors, her fingers gripping the cold metal. As she inserted the key and turned it, the doors groaned loudly in protest. The sound of heavy metal scraping against stone filled the air as the vault slowly opened, revealing the vast array of weapons inside. The giant catapults and battering rams—crafted for destruction—stood as silent sentinels, their design a testament to the immense power Yoname now controlled.

The people around her marveled at the sight, but Yoname remained unmoved. She stood proudly before the weapons, her eyes hardening with determination. She muttered under her breath, "Oh Akenzua, your legacy ends now."

At night in Tanoua, Sonni and Nosaze sat by the campfire, the flames casting a warm glow on their weary faces. Nosaze rested her head on Sonni's lap as he gently stroked her dreads.

"I'm so glad you survived, Sonni," Nosaze said softly.

Sonni smiled, his voice carrying a hint of humor. "Well, I'm a seasoned warrior. Falls like that are nothing new." He paused, turning her face toward his. With a playful tone, he added, "But let's not make a habit of it, alright?"

Nosaze giggled, her laughter breaking the tension. Sonni continued, "After the fall, I swam through the storm's currents and found a boat that brought me here."

"I searched everywhere for you," Nosaze said, her voice trembling. "I was ready to die when I thought you were gone."

Sonni chuckled lightly. "Don't be so hard on yourself, Nosa. Besides, it's hard for anyone to tell I'm a king when I'm in battle. Unlike you, I don't wear royal armor to war."

Nosaze nodded, her expression thoughtful. "You're right. I've noticed that before, but this time I failed to appreciate it."

Raising her head from his lap, she glanced at the cloth strips covering a cut on his side. "That must hurt," she said, her voice heavy with guilt. "I'm so sorry you had to go through all this."

Sonni placed a reassuring hand on her cheek. "Don't blame yourself, Nosaze."

She hesitated before continuing, "In the cave, Yoname told me that my brother, Nehizena, fled into the bushes and ran into one of his own kings—the one known for his poison. She said he killed him."

Sonni nodded grimly. "I saw it. I tried to save him, but it was too late. The poison had already done its work."

He sighed, his tone shifting. "Your anger toward me about your brother wasn't entirely wrong. Family is sacred, and I should've respected that." His expression grew troubled. "But something doesn't sit right with me. Yoname had the chance to kill me, yet she didn't. She gave me one cut and threw me down, knowing I'd survive. She's hard to understand, and that's what makes her so dangerous."

Nosaze rested her head on his shoulder, her voice steady but determined. "No matter what happens, Sonni, just like old times, we'll face it together. We'll make it out."

The next morning, Sonni and Nosaze met with Chief Bamidele to bid him farewell and express their gratitude.

"Chief Bamidele," Nosaze began, her tone warm yet firm, "you saved our lives when we were most vulnerable. For that, we owe you a debt of gratitude."

Sonni nodded, adding, "Your kindness and courage will not be forgotten. If ever you need us, call upon our names, and we will answer."

Chief Bamidele smiled, his voice carrying the weight of wisdom. "It is an honor to have served you, Your Majesties. But the roads ahead are still dangerous. Follow my wagons. They are delivering food supplies to nearby villages, and the journey will be safer with them."

Nosaze exchanged a glance with Sonni, then bowed slightly. "We are grateful, Chief. May your people prosper under your leadership."

With that, they departed, joining the convoy of wagons.

Meanwhile, at the camp of Nosaze's and Sonni's army, tensions ran high. The soldiers, believing their rulers had been captured, prepared for a retaliatory strike. Among them was Aliou Diallo, the famed axeman, who had come to lend his strength to the cause.

"We fight to bring them back," Diallo declared, his voice booming over the camp. "Queen Nosaze and King Sonni must be freed at all costs!"

The soldiers roared in agreement, their weapons gleaming in the morning light. But as the wagons rolled into view, a stunned silence fell over the camp.

From one of the wagons, Sonni emerged, leaning slightly on Nosaze for support due to the wound on his side. The sight of their rulers alive and well was almost too much to believe.

Diallo stepped forward, his eyes wide with disbelief. "The King is back," he murmured, his voice trembling.

The silence broke into a wave of cheers and jubilation. The army surged forward to meet their rulers, their relief and joy evident in every face.

Nosaze raised a hand to calm the crowd, her voice firm yet laced with emotion, "Calm down, calm down!" But the overwhelming joy of the army drowned her words. Their cheers continued to echo across the camp as they celebrated the return of their king and queen.

Sonni, despite the pain from his wound, walked steadily toward Diallo, his presence commanding attention. He extended his hand, grasping Diallo's arm firmly. "It's been a long time, brother," Sonni said, a rare smile breaking through his usual stoicism. "Welcome home, brother."

Diallo nodded, his pride evident but restrained. He turned to the soldiers and bellowed, "For Gao!"

The soldiers responded in perfect unison, their voices rising in rhythmic, thunderous cries.

Diallo's voice boomed again, "For Benin!"

The soldiers roared louder, their chants shaking the very ground beneath them, their loyalty and spirit renewed.

Sonni raised his hands, signaling for silence. Slowly, the fervor subsided as the soldiers waited for their king to speak. His voice carried the weight of both grief and determination. "We have all made sacrifices this time. Some of our brothers and sisters have fallen, and their loss is not one we will take lightly. We must grieve for them, for every life lost on the battlefield shall not go unheard."

He paused, scanning the faces of his army. "But for now, we must move forward. By evening, we return to Gao. Prepare yourselves, for our journey continues, and so does the fight for what is ours."

The soldiers nodded in silent agreement, their resolve as strong as ever. The camp buzzed with activity as they began their preparations, each step taken with the shared goal of honor and justice.

Tides of Faith

Both rulers and their army journeyed back to Gao, their spirits high despite the toll of battle. As they entered the city, the people of Gao erupted in joyous celebration, lining the streets to welcome their king, Sonni, and their beloved leader, Nosaze, home. The sound of drums and cheers filled the air, echoing through the city as banners waved in the wind.

Sonni and Nosaze, amidst the celebration, made their way toward the royal family. Nosaze first approached Zaliya, who greeted her with open arms, a warm embrace that spoke of love and solidarity.

"I'm glad you're safe," Zaliya said, her voice full of relief.

Nosaze smiled, grateful for the warmth, but her attention soon shifted as she spotted Sokora. With a hopeful yet wary glance, Nosaze made her way toward her. But as she offered her greeting, Sokora's expression remained cold, distant. The air around her seemed heavy, filled with unspoken tension. She barely acknowledged Nosaze's presence, her prideful demeanor speaking volumes.

Nosaze's face saddened, the realization settling in her heart. She understood the weight of Sokora's pride, and that her return wasn't as triumphant in Sokora's eyes as it was in the hearts of the people. With a heavy sigh, Nosaze turned away, quietly joining Sonni as they both moved toward the palace.

Sonni, ever observant, glanced at Nosaze, sensing the quiet sorrow in her step. He didn't speak, but his presence beside her was a wordless comfort as they walked together toward the palace, their duty and the weight of the kingdom ahead of them.

That evening, Nosaze and Sonni hosted a tribute ceremony for both the soldiers of Benin and the soldiers of Gao, where they paid their respects to the comrades and fellow soldiers who lost their lives in the battle.

Later that night, Sonni made his way to Nosaze's room. As he approached, he noticed her sitting by the window, her gaze fixed on the stars.

"Can't sleep?" he asked gently.

Nosaze flinched at the sound of his voice and turned to face him. Her eyes met his for a moment, but she quickly looked away, her cheeks flushed.

"I just wanted to get my…" she trailed off, struggling to find the right words.

Sonni stepped closer and knelt before her.

"You look worried. What's on your mind?"

Nosaze sighed deeply, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I don't know. I just… feel a dark cloud hovering over me. Sonni, I'm scared. I'm scared to go home, scared to stay here… scared to be alone."

She grabbed his hand, pulling him closer.

"I'm scared to sleep," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Sonni's grip on her hand tightened, offering comfort.

"You don't need to fear, not while you're here in Gao. I'm here with you," he said softly.

Nosaze lowered her gaze, her voice barely audible.

"But she doesn't seem to like me here…"

Sonni understood who she was referring to.

"Sokora is just getting to know you. Give her time, and you'll see how loving she can be," he reassured her. He paused for a moment, then said, "Nosa, I've been thinking..."

Nosaze raised her head to listen, her eyes filled with curiosity.

"If Yoname was the woman in the veil, then who was the little girl beside her? Does Nehikhare have a daughter?"

Nosaze's expression softened, and she glanced down, her thoughts turning inward.

"There are so many things about my brother that I don't know. If the little girl is his daughter, how can we be sure he doesn't have a son too? Perhaps that's why he was willing to wage war without considering the risks."

Sonni sighed, his eyes distant.

"Your brother made himself an enemy to so many… even if he were alive, Benin wouldn't let him set foot on their land again."

He stood up and offered a warm smile.

"But for now, you really need to rest. We can talk about this more tomorrow."

Nosaze nodded silently, watching as Sonni turned to leave the room.

Sonni strode into the throne room, expecting a quiet meeting with his aunt and her three sons. But the sight of Sokora sitting among them stopped him in his tracks. Her rigid posture and the heavy air around the room signaled this was not going to be a simple discussion. Whatever they had planned, it clearly involved him.

Zaliya, his aunt, offered a gentle smile, though her eyes betrayed her worry.

"Sonni, my son, you're still recovering from your wounds. Why don't you sit down and rest?" she said softly.

Sonni approached her, his expression calm despite the ache in his body. He placed a hand on her back, his voice tender.

"Nene, it is my duty to protect you and everyone in the palace. If I must deny myself rest to fulfill that duty, then so be it." He smiled warmly at her. "But if it's your wish for me to rest, who am I to disobey?"

He leaned down and kissed her forehead. Zaliya's expression softened, but the tension in the room remained palpable.

Bakari, one of her sons, studied Sonni's face. "Sonni, your scars are multiplying. If you keep this up, you'll ruin that handsome face of yours," he said with a teasing grin, attempting to lighten the mood.

Sonni chuckled and turned to Bakari. "The woman for me will love me even better with these scars," he replied.

Kantam, noticing Sokora's simmering frustration, smirked.

"Hmm, someone here doesn't seem to agree with that," he said, his eyes darting toward Sokora.

Tiemoko, always the voice of reason, gave Kantam a light shove.

"Kantam, don't stir the pot," he muttered, but Bakari had already turned to Sokora.

"If you've got something to say, Sokora, say it," Bakari said, his tone firm.

Sokora exhaled sharply, her frustration bubbling over.

"Sonni, why did you bring her to Gao?"

Sonni held her gaze, his voice calm but laced with warning.

"Should that really be a concern right now, Sokora? It's a peaceful night. Why not let yourself feel it?"

But Sokora's anger flared. She stepped forward, her voice rising.

"How can I feel peace when an enemy is sleeping under the same roof as us? Tell me, Sonni—how am I supposed to feel about that?"

Sonni sighed, his patience beginning to wane.

"Nosaze is not an enemy, Sokora. Don't try to make her one."

Sokora's laugh was bitter, her voice sharp.

"Oh, is that so? You told everyone you were going to face a threat, and yet you return, wounded, with her. What threat were you even fighting? Or is it Yoname? Why do you keep dragging yourself into Benin's problems? You're putting our people at risk!"

Sonni's tone hardened, his frustration spilling over.

"Sokora, enough! I'm not putting anyone at risk. I am defending our people—our kingdom!"

"How, Sonni? The people you are fighting are from the north. The Kushites are likely among them! Have you forgotten the oath you swore to your father? The one where you promised not to involve Gao in conflicts with the north or the Kushites? Tell me, Sonni—are you honoring that oath now?"

Her words struck a nerve. Sonni's voice grew louder, echoing in the throne room.

"I am honoring every oath I swore to my father! Every single one, Sokora! Including the one in which I promised to protect the west from danger and repay Benin for the kindness their late king, Akenzua, showed us. Sokora, leave my father out of this!"

Sokora's expression darkened, her voice dropping to a bitter whisper.

"You act like you care about him," she said, turning to Zaliya. "Nene, ask him—when was the last time he saw his mother, the Great Queen Nafisa?"

Sonni flinched, her words cutting deeper than any blade. The room fell silent, the tension heavy as stone. Zaliya's gaze dropped, pain flickering across her face. Her sons exchanged uneasy glances, but none of them dared speak.

Sokora pressed on, her voice trembling with anger and hurt.

"Or should we just assume she's dead?"

"Sokora, stop!" Sonni's voice thundered, shaking her resolve.

She flinched, her body trembling as tears welled in her eyes.

"You're shouting at me," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Why? Is it because I told you not to bring Nosaze here?"

Her voice broke as she continued.

"Sonni, you were meant for me! Your father made an alliance with my father for our marriage!"

Sonni's eyes widened, her words striking him like a blow. He turned to Zaliya, his voice low and disbelieving.

"What…?" He barely breathed the word before looking at Nene. "Nene… is this true?"

Zaliya hesitated, her voice heavy with regret.

"Yes, Sonni. While you were away at battle, your father made an alliance with Sokora's father, Djeneba. A marriage alliance."

Sonni shook his head, disbelief mingling with frustration.

"So, while I was out fighting, they made an alliance about me without my knowledge? Why wasn't I told?"

Zaliya met his gaze, her voice soft and filled with sorrow.

"We intended to tell you, but then the kingdom suffered its great loss. We waited for the right time…"

Sonni interrupted, his voice firm but controlled.

"Well, this was never the right time."

He turned back to Sokora, his tone resolute.

"And I cannot—will not—agree to an alliance without considering my own decision."

Zaliya stepped forward, her voice gentle but firm.

"Sonni, please. This is not the moment for these words. You need rest."

Sonni looked between Sokora and Zaliya, his heart torn. But without another word, he turned and walked out of the room.

Sokora slumped back into her chair, tears streaming down her face. Zaliya knelt beside her, wrapping her arms around her in silent consolation.

The next morning, Nosaze made her way to the palace garden, where she found Sonni sitting in quiet contemplation. The morning light played across the garden, but its beauty did little to lift the weight on Sonni's shoulders. He sat with a distant gaze, his mood clearly dulled by the events of the night before.

Nosaze approached him, her steps light but purposeful, and settled beside him. Her voice was soft, filled with concern.

"You seem troubled this morning."

Without shifting his gaze, Sonni replied, "I just needed to clear my head."

Nosaze's eyes fell to the cloth strips covering his wound. Gently, she placed her hand over it.

"How is the pain?" she asked softly.

Sonni turned his gaze to her, his expression steady but tired. "Nothing new," he replied.

Nosaze sighed, her hand tightening into a fist as she spoke.

"Afuria has fallen, and Zuri is in danger."

Sonni nodded, his voice calm but resolute.

"I know. I crossed the borders on my way to meet you at the battle camp and have already started making arrangements. I'll visit them in a week."

Nosaze leaned forward, her tone firm.

"I'm coming with you."

Sonni gave her a faint smile.

"Of course you are. But you must go to Benin first and address your people."

She sighed deeply, her gaze falling to the ground. "You're right," she admitted, her voice laced with guilt. "It's just… Zuri is a close friend of mine. While I was in Numidia, trying to rebuild my spirit, I faced so many challenges. She… she was there for me. She did her best to help, even when she didn't have to. She took me to Afuria, gave me shelter, and treated me with kindness."

Her voice broke slightly as she continued.

"She was so gentle, so selfless. Why would anyone want to harm her?"

Nosaze closed her eyes, her hands clasping tightly together as if trying to hold herself steady. Her voice dropped, soft and filled with sorrow.

"She gave me so much, and I've failed to return the favor. Why am I so terrible?"

Sonni placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, his voice steady but gentle.

"You are not terrible, Nosaze. None of us could have known this would happen. Zuri was a close friend to me as well, and I failed to protect her too. That's why it's my duty to set things right."

He stood, his presence commanding yet kind as he looked down at her.

"But for now, you must journey back to Benin. Return in a week, and we will move together."

Nosaze rose to her feet, her resolve hardening even as her heart ached.

"Then I should leave immediately," she said.

Sonni nodded. "Safe travels, Nosaze. We'll make this right—together."

Nosaze turned to leave but paused, glancing back at him, her voice softer now.

"Sonni, thank you—for everything."

He gave her a small, reassuring smile before watching her walk away.

Lessons of Defeat, Strength in Resolve

As Nosaze disappeared from view, Sonni let out a heavy breath, looking toward the horizon. The weight of their duties pressed heavily on him, but he knew they would face the coming challenges together.

The garden fell silent once again, save for the rustling of leaves in the soft morning breeze.

Nosaze journeyed back to Benin, where her people welcomed her despite the loss in battle. Though their spirits were low, they hosted a tribute for the brave soldiers who had sacrificed their lives.

Later that evening, Nosaze convened a meeting with her noble retainers in the palace. Her voice was steady but carried a tone of regret as she addressed them.

"I made a terrible mistake by going to battle without fully understanding the cost," she began, pausing to bow her head, her gaze lowered. "Yet, in that moment of failure, I learned something vital. I realized that Gao was never our enemy. In fact, they joined us in battle, even though we never asked for their help."

She turned her eyes to Amadin and continued, "Amadin, you did your best to speak wisdom into me, but I failed to listen. For that, I owe you an apology."

Amadin nodded humbly. "Your Highness, you did what you thought was best for us."

One of the chiefs broke the momentary silence, his voice filled with concern. "Your Highness, what about the matter of Yoname?"

The room grew still as everyone awaited her response.

"Yoname is a formidable warrior—more ruthless than her husband Nehizena. As the chief of Afunfun once said, she is the harbinger of death. That does not mean we will show weakness. Instead, we must craft a better plan. Seven days from now, we will embark on our journey to Gao to aid the people of Afuria."

A chief gasped. "The jewel of Numidia? Who would dare harm them? They are a peaceful people, known for their generosity. They've done so much for us—why would anyone attack them?"

Nosaze nodded. "Their city is in anguish, and they demand our help. But for now, I need to rest. We shall close this meeting here."

The noble retainers rose, bowing in respect and hailing her as she exited the chamber.

Nosaze made her way to the council house to meet Adazee. Inside, he sat writing on wooden tablets, his eyes fixed on his work. Without looking up, he acknowledged her presence.

"So, you have come."

Nosaze knelt before him, her tone earnest. "Ezomo, I am here. Please forgive me for the ignorance I showed before."

Adazee finally looked at her and spoke, his voice calm but direct. "Nosaze, your ignorance does not diminish your strength. Confusion led you to this loss, but it also gave you clarity."

He placed a hand gently on her forehead. "You carry the strength of your grandfather and the heart of your mother. That makes you unique and powerful in your lineage. If there is fault, it lies with me for not preparing you for the enemy you faced."

Nosaze's expression grew curious. "And what is that?"

Adazee stepped back, setting down his wooden tablets. "Yoname is unlike any other warrior you've encountered. Her mother, General Okankan, was the fiercest and most loyal to your grandfather. She was a warrior who wouldn't yield to anyone. Unfortunately, she met her end when Akenzua sought to eliminate your grandfather's followers. Yoname is her reflection—only sharper and more cunning."

He paused, his tone becoming grave. "She's so shrewd that she claimed the Kingdom of Aksum with minimal bloodshed, relying instead on strategy and wisdom. Yoname's words are not mere threats—they are promises."

Nosaze's voice softened, her calm demeanor barely concealing her apprehension. "What do I do now?"

Adazee turned to her, his gaze unwavering. "You have reconciled with your allies. Now, join them to defend your land—with wisdom, not just force."

He walked past her, leaving her alone in the council house. Nosaze stood still, her thoughts heavy with his words as she pondered her next move.