Brinda

Nervous Groom

The funfair and event wound down and out really fast and quite faster than Prince Adigun had assumed it would last. The day had gone through rather fast too, and while at heart he still felt like the carefree Prince who stormed to war to claim glories and be the talk of the entirety of Chiroma, he knew he had to morph into something different and even more disciplined now.

His father, King Akogun had given him an earful, while his mother harped on and long about wanting a grandson soon enough and the importance of having an heir to the throne within the first year of marriage. It was tiring and quite draining to listen to, but it wasn't something he had not been expecting.

Soon enough, he watched them head off, waving sweet goodbyes in his direction, and praying that the gods kept him safe and granted him enough wisdom to handle his new Kingdom. Up until the moment he watched his parents' chariots storm away and those who had come from Chiroma, go with them, the newly crowned King had not fathomed or allowed himself thoughts of the newly installed responsibility he had to face.

Upon their exit and return to Chiroma, he felt a gaping hole hit his stomach and his heart slowly begin to thud aggressively. His throat clamped with worries and his chest tightened the longer he tried to make sense and light of what was to come or what he was now bound to handle. The thoughts came coursing through in massive jolt and nothing about the situation felt so easy or as pleasing as it had been while he rushed through the deliciously enticing meal from earlier.

In silence, King Adigun stood at the north end tower of the castle and allowed himself stew in silence. The magnificence before him was nothing but absolute joy to behold, and the bright lights envisioning the entire kingdom brought forth a feeling of desire through his chest. He found himself now wanting to be King and yet, unsure if it was the right fit for him.

He looked at his previously clenched fists, pondered hard and long on what he had used them for over the years, and whether or not they would be best suited to or for life as a King who sits around and on the throne and barks orders without being at the war front. It was a swift change in dynamics, and something unlike anything he had ever done before.

Things had definitely brought about a new sense of change, and while he did his best not to think too much into it or even about it, the possibility that he would cast the thoughts aside was close to zero. He definitely wanted more and he wanted more than just having to sit on the throne and babysit an entire kingdom.

"Why are you here?" the footsteps had crept up on his, just as the voice did.

It barely startled the new King though; he recognized the speaker and was at calm with him. In silence, King Adigun wished to be alone and to be allowed to deal with his worries for a moment longer.

"I was expecting you to be somewhere far off by now with your new wife, the Princess, and your new queen?" Suraj said again.

King Adigun turned around with both hands held before his loyal servant's face. "What do you see when you stare at these hands?"

Suraj stared at them with a slight frown on his face and no words yet. He continued to gawk at them while King Adigun anticipated an answer, or at least anything, even if it would not tally with his thoughts.

"These hands were trained to kill, battle and win wars", the King decided to go ahead either ways. "How do I transform them into ones now meant to cater to the domestic affairs of people around me?"

He looked at his own hands as well and then let them down.

"You do cater for people on the battlefield and I have seen it many times over", Suraj reminded the King. "How is that any different from what you are meant to do here?"