She’d heard of stories that shook souls and vibrated minds. Of two who were in sync, and never for the body alone but Ewatomi wouldn’t give any attention to callings of affection from suitors. The fear of lost love in the empty world shattered her thoughts and horror of lust for love erupted her anger.
“I’d rather die!” She had yelled to her mama in retaliation to the calm, soothing, almost convincing advice poor Adeola gave.
“Oh, honey, not all men are the same.”
Ewatomi wrinkled her nose and twisted her lips before walking to the window sill, she peered for seconds.
“Ewatomi, love is still-“
Ewatomi flung her head back, and darted her eyes that her death glare stung Adeola who began having thoughts that her only daughter was possessed by the devil who slaughtered ideas of marriage in young women’s lives.
“Love is still what?” She rose her head in pride, confident of her refusal to Kunle’s proposal.
“In existence, my child.”
She fell to her mattress and gave out a mocking laughter. “Love doesn’t exist.” The princess stood soon after, with a handful of her white shimmering dress in her right palm, stretched out her left hand, turned the back of her palm to her face then wiggled her fingers, all to admire her gold rings. “Never mama, go tell Papa that I, Princess Ewatomi of Wuraola Kingdom will never marry Kunle!”
The Queen was fed up of her daughter’s character. The smirk on her wild red lips gave Ewatomi a big scare. “My husband, your father, King Akanni has arranged a marriage for you already! Take it or leave it!”
Never had the evening breeze been so harsh on her skin. Suddenly, her heart lurched, squeals of sorrow followed her fall on her knees. Not even clutching her abdomen made Queen Adeola pity her a bit. Her daughter was the favourite of all men and Kunle, a warrior and wealthy son of Talabi who is the 4th descendant of a well known past late King of Orombo Kingdom was the best suitor for Ewatomi. Orombo Kingdom had always been the ally of Wuraola Kingdom. They formed the strongest alliance against rival Kingdoms that wanted to attack theirs. For years, no land dared to wage a war against their lands.
Kunle, a man who would form the seal between the two prominent lands if he just married Ewatomi. Kunle, a suitor they couldn’t afford to let go, even if the twenty three year old princess was blind enough not to know the difference between light and darkness.
The echoes of his name palpitated her heart when Adeola, the Queen made it resonate in her room. “Get ready dear daughter to be the wife of a warrior and very handsome, strong man!”
“Out of my room, mother!” Ewatomi flared, pointed her long, slim index finger towards the exit.
to be continued…….