His Queen

Chapter Twenty-three -Muyiwa!

Ajinke's POV;

I am lazily making my way towards the maid's quarters. It's been a long day. Watching the prince bathe in the royal river, attending to his every need, and trying so hard not to make a mistake.

It's a shame that he dismissed my questions and didn't give an answer. I've been really curious as to why he saved my life that day. He has saved me repeatedly, but still hasn't told me why.

This makes me very uncomfortable, to a point. Not only that, I have to find a way to explain to Asake why I didn't tell her that I have become the prince's personal maid.

I don't have a specific reason for doing so, it just slipped my mind.

“Stop there! “Someone suddenly yells, and I jump in fright.

I look up and find Ronke standing before me. The mighty and beautiful albino, standing in my way and blocking the sun.

I inhale deeply, as I'm not ready for her stress. I make to pass by her, but she moves and blocks me.

“Where do you think you're going? “She questions and I shut my eyes.

“Ronke… “I make to plead with her to get out of my way, but she cuts me off.

“Where did you take the prince to? “She questions, and a gong gets struck in my head as I look at her in irritation.

What does she mean, where did I take the prince to? Me, take the prince! Who says I have any power to even make the prince move an inch?

“How is that your business? “I question in annoyance, and she forms a fake, shocked expression.

“Oh- Oh- Oh… Will you look at her attitude? So much arrogance! Look at her.

You this filthy rat from the gutters! Only the goddess knows where the prince found you and took pity on your miserable self!

Now, you want to trap him.*Abi? “She begins, and I glare at her, as anger and irritation begin to form a bitter, deadly mix in my stomach.

*Abi =Right

“You know, I can only blame the prince's kind nature. If he was not so heavenly and kind, he won't have taken a witch like you under the wings of the palace.

I mean, who knows if your meeting him was all a plan orchestrated by you. So, you can trap him in your filthy claws! “She adds, and I stare in silence as a few maids begin to gather.

“Tell me, you are using black magic, abi? You're a descendant from ìginla abi?

I know you are, and let me just tell you, your plan will not work! Your magic will not work on the prince!

When did you get here that he's already made you his personal maid? And now you're taking him out on dates!

Your witchcraft will not work!! You hear me?

*Aje oshi! “She yells at me, and I lose it.

*Aje oshi= Useless witch

“Will you just shut up, Ronke! You're a madwoman, do you know that?

The prince is not a child that I can drag around! Besides, who says, I need to explain myself to you? The prince needed my attention, and I did what I was supposed to do.

If you're mad about that, you can fling yourself into the evil forest, or go and direct your questions at the prince! “I reply, and she scoffs.

“He needed your attention. You see your life!

You've finally confessed! You're a prostitute!
*Asẹwó!

Is that the business your mother brought you up with? “She yells, and lightning bounces on my vision.

*Asẹwó = Prostitute

I'm about to pounce in her when someone harshly turns her around, and the atmosphere is taken up by the resounding sound of a slap.

I take a closer look and find that Asake was the one who slapped her so heavily, it turned her face red.

“I know you lack manners, but please learn what not to say about people's parents!

Jealousy doesn't suit you one bit! It makes you look like an overworked watchdog! “Asake spits at her before grabbing my hand and dragging me into the maid's quarters.

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It's night, and I'm behind the maid's quarters, tending to the flowers. I know they say it's wrong to water plants at night, but I have nothing to do, and I just want to be alone.

I had explained myself to Asake, and luckily, she understood. She told me she had no grudge against me and could understand how overwhelmed I was at the time.

The maids don't often tend to these flowers. They are abandoned and battling to survive. Just like me.

I feel lonely and sad. I keep tending to the flowers under the moonlight while absent-mindedly singing a song my grandma used to sing to me.

“*Iya ni wura iyebiye ti a ko Le fowo ra“

*Iya ni wura iyebiye ti a ko Le fowo ra = A mother is precious gold that cannot be bought with money.

My grandma sang this song to me, even though my mom is dead because she wanted to prove to me that she is not just my father's mother and my grandmother, but also my mother.

I keep singing but jump in fright when I hear a sudden thud close to the fence not too far off, but blood freezes in my face when I see who the intruder is.

Muyiwa!

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A happy new month to you all, it's been awesome writing this story for you .💗

I'm really sorry for the late update. I've had a very busy day, and the last few weeks in fact have been loaded.

But I'd still try to keep bringing more of this beautiful story to you.

In the main time, I hope you have a wonderful month ahead!!

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