Empress Dosha

Chapter 43

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Dosha had finished off with his facial hairs when she said, "Let me read you something from my Kingdom." He gave her the permission to begin.

Dosha read it like it was part of her, a memorization, it was much and he grabbed the words, simple yet elegant. Her voice kept on airing the words and she was almost done with his hair. That was how long the chorus was.

"....Tla kamb marhu asaana
Ɗyeɓaɗ ƙuzkayaana mbanai
Dzang asaana khin jigagifa
Má mbanai zakwatana fyici tlabar khin gyara
Giptema pyautai khin su asaana fyici
Ghanta khin ghanta fayùna kyà
Putchi namai t'am ɓaal
Wiya mbanai fyici kati maalayi."

Dosha sat before him, looking pleased at the work done on her spouse, by her, "This is what we sing or should I say, chorus on a good day in my Kingdom." She gestured for him to forward his right hand.

He did, peering at her, "And you memorized it, all of it."

She began trimming his nails, nodding, "Yes, word by word. An average Warji person must know these chorus. There are many others but this is the most common one. Before, I never wanted anything to do with it, until my uncle coaxed me, saying 'no matter what, you are still of Warji blood, my angel,' which is true." She replied, a tint on her cheeks as she smiled, pausing to repair her scarf, then resumed trimming.

Rashid concurred her statement, although not voicing it out. She was a true Warji woman, everything about her and what she does and how she does it says it all. He likes it different though. He was proud of his woman.

The day he told her she should brace on the coming days, he had no idea it would start that night. Rashid had went out to have a quick briefing with his men, on returning, to his utmost shock, he saw her reading somethings he wished he had burned or even hid. She must've stumbled upon them by mistake because a quill and ink pot were on the floor, thankfully, nothing spilled on the rug as the ink pot was bottled, but her emotions unbolted.

It was a quiet night for both of them. Unfortunately, words erased themselves from his mouth and she worsened it by not sparing him a single look or even by the slightest cleared her throat. Delightedly, she succumbed to his hold, her breathing echoed around him, her body hot, the veins in her neck visible; she was angry. With constant stroking of her back and arm, she fell asleep. He blamed himself, regret and anger filled his senses. He should've burned them when he had the chance or even hid them. It was too late then, she had read them. What is she feeling? He wondered.

His eyes were on the same position throughout the night and he woke up, still looking at the same place but her figure had occupied the space. Whether it was the thing regarding the rumours she read or the people who tried to poison her that angered her, he had no idea.

"Do not blame yourself." Was the one and final thing she said to him, till they met in the council meeting room. A surprise meeting, which got all council men and women appear swiftly. The reason for the meeting was briefed which was not new to their ears.

The culprits were brought, Barau and his minions, manhandled. All thanks to Ali, that was his task, to gather the culprits of both matters concerning her. Unsurprisingly, women were among too, more than the men and the one who brought the poisoning idea. It took all the willpower in Rashid to remain seated on the throne for he was on the brink of snapping and taking the heads of all of them. The people he saw were not who he imagined would've committed that act. This was pure hatred they had for her, nothing more! Anything worse than death was proper for them, the latter was the final solution.