The Crown And Her Shadows

chapter 32

The convoy of cars rolled through the grand gates of the palace, its towering walls casting long shadows under the afternoon sun. Palace attendants, guards, and family members stood in clusters, their faces reflecting both grief and anticipation.

As Nassim and Iman stepped out of the car, the weight of the moment settled over them. Kassim, was greeted with deep bows and murmurs of respect, Mami, was quickly led inside by the palace women, while the men were ushered toward the main hall.

That evening, the family gathered for a quiet meal. The atmosphere was heavy, the loss of the previous king still fresh in everyone’s hearts. For the next few days, they rested, adjusting to their new surroundings, mourning with the people, and receiving visitors who came to pay their respects.

One Week Later

A week passed before the royal council summoned Kassim and Nassim to the grand meeting chamber. The room was adorned with intricate wooden carvings and gold-trimmed rugs. At the far end sat the Sarkin Fada (chief palace official), alongside a group of elders and advisors.

Nassim shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his father sitting rigidly beside him. He knew why they were here.

One of the elders, a man with a deep, authoritative voice, leaned forward.

One of the elders, a man with a deep, authoritative voice, leaned forward.

“Malam Kassim, mun san cewa kai ba ka so sarauta tun da daɗewa. Amma yanzu babu wanda zai iya riƙe wannan mulki sai kai.”
(Malam Kassim, we know that you have never desired the throne. But now, there is no one else fit to lead but you.)

Kassim exhaled sharply, shaking his head.

“Ai na bar wannan mulki shekaru da suka wuce. Ban taba tunanin zan dawo ba.”
(I left this throne behind years ago. I never thought I would return to it.)

Another elder, an older man with a long white beard, nodded solemnly.

“Dukkanmu mun fahimci hakan, amma kai ne ɗan sarki, kai ne jinin sarauta. Idan ba kai ba, wa zai jagoranci mutanen Wurdo?”
(We understand, but you are the king’s son, you have royal blood. If not you, then who will lead the people of Wurdo?)

A murmur of agreement swept through the room. Nassim studied his father’s face, seeing the inner turmoil written across his features.

Kassim rubbed his temples before responding.

“Ina da kasuwanci, ina da rayuwa da na gina da kaina.”
(I have my business, I have built a life of my own.)

The Sarkin Fada sighed before speaking.

“Mun san hakan, amma Wurdo tana bukatarka fiye da kowane lokaci.”
(We know that, but Wurdo needs you now more than ever.)

The room fell silent. Nassim could feel the pressure mounting. His father’s fingers drummed against the armrest of his chair.

Finally, Kassim let out a heavy breath.

“Toh, na yarda.”
(Fine, I accept.)

The moment the words left his mouth, the Fadawa erupted in praise.

“Ranka ya dade! Allah ya ja zamanin sarki!”
(Long live the king! May Allah grant you a long reign!)

They struck their staffs against the marble floor in unison, their voices rising in song. The rhythmic chanting filled the hall, echoing through the palace corridors.

Nassim watched as his father closed his eyes briefly, absorbing the weight of his decision. There was no turning back now.

As the Fadawa continued their praises, Nassim knew one thing this was just the beginning.

Nassim watched as his father closed his eyes briefly, absorbing the weight of his decision. There was no turning back now.

As the Fadawa continued their praises, Nassim knew one thing this was just the beginning.

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Where is this book heading to because OMOO
Even me the writer I am confused 😂😂

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