Somanca ( The Healer)

Chapter Fifteen

CHAPTER FIFTEEN 🌿

I sat on the windowseat waiting patiently for Amanti to retire to the room for the night. I didn't even know if she'd come. Her Queen just died. I didn't know what was to happen after such tragedy.

Queen Tabrina had no children. Her brother was deemed unworthy of the throne for some reasons I was not told. As for Valindra she was too emotional and weak minded for the throne.

I couldn't think of one person aside from Amanti who could take the throne. She was a warrior, a graceful wondrous lady with the heart of marble.

The warriors respected her irrespective of her gender. It just had to be her.

Great Calima! Get a grip on yourself.

Here I was worrying about matters that didn't concern me in the slightest. I should've been worrying of my people and how they were fairing.

They were depending on me to bring the stone and I was not doing a good job at it. I had to return to my village and save them from the tyrannical rule of Prince Alderon.

I was past learning according to healer Kymil. So what was I waiting for?

I myself didn't know the answer to that question.

I had to leave. Great gods, the thought of leaving pained me. I was getting used to this life. Not bathing in the hot springs for all to see. Not getting abused of my healing ability. It was great here. Probably the life I've always wished for. And most importantly having a great friend like Amanti.

I didn't miss being treated like an anomality. Something to be worked to the bone. I didn't miss Adan Mertiz with his slurs of his latest conquests nor did I miss the Prince and his zealous selfish desires for me.

My life doesn't belong to myself.

Since entering this kingdom I seemed to be forgetting my priorities. Maybe it was the freedom and not having a constant reminder of the mother I never knew but was constantly reminded of her greatness.

I sighed tiredly, resting my face on my bent knees that were drawn to my chest.

I don't know how long I sat there waiting for her. Not long I was getting in bed and calling it a night, my heart thick with disappointment.

My night was restless. I kept twisting and turning all night thinking that I would feel her presence cocooning mine. She didn't pitch up.

When morning chased away the dark I went to take a bath. I didn't even take a second in there when I heard the door open and close. The clanking of shoes hitting the floor echoed all the way to the bathing chamber.

I bit my lower lip thinking that it was her. I slowly turned in the sunken bath to face the entrance and was utterly disappointed when handmaidens flooded in, faces bright with jubilation.

They took over, scrubbing and washing my hair. I was too startled and disheartened to ask why they were there.

I was helped out of the bath then wrapped in a silken robe. They dragged me to the main room, humming songs of bliss that only added to my confusion.

" What in the gods is going on?" I snapped, folding my arms across my bosom.

" It is a coronation of the new Queen, milady," replied a handmaiden with bright red hair.

My eyes widened in realisation. Great gods, it was a coronation already. And maybe that was the reason Amanti didn't come to the bed chamber last night. Was she going to be the Queen?  She had to be. She was meant to be a leader and rightfully so.