Somanca ( The Healer)

Chapter Three

CHAPTER THREE

The palace of Throni on the pic

Prince Alderon was on his way to our village. I watched as the village girls pranced about in their finest frocks and jewels. I was looking at them through the window of the guest room. The stranger I'd healed was yet to wake up.

Only his soft breaths were a sign that he was alive. I couldn't wait for the time he wakes up. Many of my questions would be answered. Right now he was but an enigma that I needed to unravel. I wondered what plagued his dreams. He slept so soundly. It was truly captivating watching him sleep.

I looked at my aqua dress embroidered in gold thread , with a disgusted frown. A gold head piece upon my head had a assortment of blue stones ingraved in it. Soft slippers covered my dainty feet.

I didn't want to wear this outfit knowing it would please the Prince. The shameless bastard was the one who had the dress sewn for me. A gift he called it but I knew it was a garment meant to buy my affection. He was a disgusting man with an insatiable hunger for girls. He was vile and egotistical.

His intentions for me were painfully clear. He wanted me to be one of his wives. While the idea of marriage appealed to the women in my village I detested it. It was forbidden for me to love some or get involved with someone. Why did he have to be an exception?

Prince Alderon was just like his king father. They were selfish, conceited and evil. Anyone who could force marriage upon someone was tainted through and through.

I felt a presence at the door. I turned my face to look at the person. Elder Narobi stood at the threshold. He too was decked in a fine silk tunic and cotton pants. Beaded necklaces hung from his neck. He smiled softly then beckoned for me to follow him. I did that without question. I lowered my veil as we headed to the guest sitting area.

As we stepped in the circular room I immediately felt like turning and rushing back to where I came from. He sat on a throne, his legs opened in an arrogant disrespectful manner. The overcoat he wore was made of course sage material that had red curly patterns embroidered on it.

The tunic and cotton pants he wore were made from the finest silks ever made. I pitied the villagers of Hynroc. They were known for their richness in gemstones and fine fabric. They were Prince Alderon's preferred  crown, jewellery and and fabric makers. The villagers of Hynroc in return received special treatment from the Prince. I guess in a way they were benefitted from their hard labour.

I tried my hardest not to glare and throw insults at him. He had turned our prayer room into a throne room for himself. His wives sat on the sitting cushions by his feet and they too wore fine silk frocks and jewels. Their hair was styled in a similar fashion. Lips painted as black as their hearts.

The first wife was Kara and the second was Velera. They were both from Azer. They relished in tormenting me. Whenever they came I felt like hiding. They never failed to tell me all the sinfully intimate things
they wanted to do to me when I finally become one of them. Just thinking about them made me shudder in fear and revulsion.

Azer women were not known for their modesty. They wanted, seduced and opened their legs willingly for the warriors of their village even if it was just for one night. It was truly astounding how they managed to capture the Prince's attention. Hell, I didn't want his attention but I wasn't that lucky.

" My prince, " I muttered in acknowledgement.

His lips tugged in a arrogant smile,his stare a leer of wanton desires." Lovely, healer Somanca. Always a pleasure to see you. "

I bowed my head to hide my distaste. His presence was draining what little energy I had. And I had better things to do than to entertain him.

" Take a seat, dearest. We have much to talk about." I knew what he wanted to talk about and I dreaded it. I was expected to accept him, to hang onto his every word. I had to consent to his  unholy advances . My life was both a tragedy and gift. I was deprived of will. If elder Fera didn't find a way to lift this curse from me then I'd have no choice but to escape.