HIS KAKANDA 🖤

The palace was silent.

The kind of silence that came before disasters.

Rain hammered against the tall windows of the royal residence, turning the city lights beyond the glass into blurred streaks of gold.

Inside the palace, chaos was trying-and failing-to be controlled.

Voices overlapped in the distance. Footsteps rushed across marble floors. Doors opened and slammed shut again.

Something had gone terribly wrong.

A message had spread through the royal residence like fire through dry grass.

And now, no one was speaking above a whisper.

Because the bride was gone.

Saada Sa'id Kakanda had disappeared.

No note.

No explanation.

No warning.

Just absence.

In a room deep inside the palace, tension pressed against the walls like something alive.

A council member paced.

Another sat frozen, staring at nothing.

Phones kept ringing, but no one dared answer them immediately.

Outside the palace gates, the world was gathering.

Journalists.

Officials.

Curious crowds.

Waiting for a wedding that was supposed to begin soon.

A wedding that was now collapsing into rumor.

A guard entered the room slowly.

Too slowly.

Every head turned at once.

"Speak," someone ordered sharply.

The guard hesitated.

Then stepped forward and placed something on the table.

A ring.

Elegant.

Familiar.

The room broke instantly.

Voices rose.

Questions collided.

Accusations followed.

But none of it mattered anymore.

Because everyone was looking at the ring like it had just rewritten history.

Then the guard spoke again.

"There was... a note."

Silence returned.

He unfolded a single sheet of paper with shaking hands.

And read.

"I never loved either of them."

No one spoke after that.

Not immediately.

Because the meaning of the words had not yet fully settled.

EITHER of them.

That was the part that broke the room.

Not the disappearance.

Not the chaos.

But the implication.

Two men.

One woman.

And a story that had already ended before anyone realized it had begun.