Women Of Steel | ✔

PROLOGUE

I was a little girl when I was betrothed to the Oba Tadenikawo, a man almost fourteen years older than me, my future was decided instantly. My feelings were deemed unnecessary and inconsiderable.

When I was seventeen, I was taken away from my father and my three siblings and I was married to the king that was hell bent on moulding me into the perfect wife, I was taught to look good for him, to stand by his side like a pretty wife; a side piece and to love a beast even when I was given no reason to. When I refused to bend to his will, he resolved to break me.

And when he could not, he made a public mockery of me, he deemed me proud, I was dubbed Oloori Remilekun; a vain woman who would not obey her husband, the king.

Men hated me, women secretly wanted to be like me, to rebel against their husbands.

So I was to be cast out to the slums of the palace as a servant, never to see the daylights ever again.

The king wanted me to beg for mercy, to break down and plead for leniency, still I would not yield.

I would never yield to any man. I would never bow to the abusive king; the scars that marred my soul and body were enough proof.

I did not beg and my defiance infuriated my husband.

By day I serve and clean and scrub the sins of the palace and by night I led a rebellion of women against the king.

Years past, nothing changed, until one day.