-Past Time- Aurora POV The palace was abuzz with the Princess's daring fashion sense, a stark contrast to the modest attire of the kingdom's females. Her deep necklines, vibrant hues, and bold headpieces had already inspired some nobles to revamp their wardrobes. At her first lunch with the palace's female nobles, she wore a stunning, hugging dress with a train and deep V, captivating every female present - except Eni, the daughter of the King's top minister and potential king consort after Princess Deze marries King Zao. The scene unfolded like a delicate dance, with the Princess gracefully gliding into the grand hall, her dress shimmering in the light. The nobles parted, their eyes fixed on her, as she made her way to the table. I watched with bated breath, my hands trembling slightly as I adjusted the delicate silverware. The Princess's confidence was infectious, and soon, the room was filled with laughter and chatter, the nobles eager for her attention. Lady Eni, however, r
Aurora Pov Princess Deze, resplendent in her red gown, glided towards the table, her eyes locked onto King Zao's imposing figure. Her boldness was tempered with respect, her composure unwavering as she approached him. "Your Majesty," she said, her voice like music, "I request the pleasure of my maiden, Aurora, joining us at the table." King Zao's eyes narrowed slightly, but he nodded graciously, his gaze flicking towards me. "Of course, Princess". He didn't show any sign of knowing me, he barely looked at me. I felt a flutter in my chest as I took my place at the far end of the table, trying to blend into the background. The King and Princess Deze sat at the head of the table, their conversation flowing like a gentle stream. The food arrived, a sumptuous feast of dishes from both the Southern and Northern Kingdoms. Steaming plates of jollof rice, fragrant with tomatoes and spices, sat alongside delicate bowls of egusi soup, its melon seeds glistening like tiny jewels. Suya sk
Aurora POV"Aurora." His voice was unmistakable, that deep but soft timbre echoing through the corridor. My first instinct was to keep moving, to escape the sudden tension building in my chest. But, of course, I couldn't. I was just a palace maiden, bound by duty and protocol. So, I turned around, bowing my head in the usual royal courtesy. "Your Highness," my voice sounded shaky to my own ears.I saw his shadow move closer, his presence looming over me like a dark cloud. Within seconds, he was standing right in front of me, so close I could smell his scent - a subtle blend of sandalwood and citrus. My heart raced, my mind reeling with conflicting emotions.uuu"Aurora," he said again, his voice softer, more intimate. I bowed my head further, avoiding his gaze. "Please, Aurora, speak to me," he added, his tone suddenly timid."Yes, Your Highness, what would you like me to speak about?" I replied, trying to keep my voice neutral, my head still bowed. His presence was already flooding my
Zao POV"Tradition is tradition. We do not know better than our fathers," Miniter Stan said calmly, stroking his silver beard in a attempt to appear unruffled. The others nodded eagerly, whispering among themselves in agreement. Kibi, however, shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting towards them with a hint of unease.I've seen men like him before - intelligent and innovative, but born with ideas too revolutionary for their time. These conversations are futile, I thought to myself. No matter how much I might desire to challenge their outdated beliefs and wipe the smug looks off their faces, I am bound by my position. As king, I possess veto power only in matters of war, and even then, the council's influence is not to be underestimated.The weight of tradition and the council's resistance to change hung in the air, a palpable force that stifled progress and silenced dissenting voices. I knew that to challenge them would be to risk everything, and yet, a part of me yearned to break fre
Under the royal poinciana's vibrant orange blooms, he stood expectant, his hands clasped behind his back. As I entered the garden, his eyes locked onto mine, and he spoke my name, "Aurora," for the fifth time, his voice low and husky. I couldn't help but shoot him an annoyed glance, my patience wearing thin."I didn't mean to lie to you," he said, closing the distance between us, his stride confident and purposeful. I felt a flutter in my chest as he drew near, his shadow engulfing me and blocking out the warm sunlight."So, what exactly did you mean to do?" I snapped, my tone sharper than intended. Realising my rudeness, I collected myself, hanging my head in a subtle nod.He sighed, his shoulders sagging in defeat. "I do it all the time. Sometimes I just need a little escape from being...all this." He gestured to his royal attire. "That day, we talked t felt like we were friends. I haven't had that in years." His voice dropped, taking on a vulnerable tone. "I can disguise myself and
"Rora, what's going on?" she asked, concern etched on her face as I watched her wave her hands in front of me. She was trying to rouse me from my thoughts, but my mind was still stuck on the king and our enigmatic conversation in the garden.Soka's dark skin glistened in the dim light of the kitchen, her curves accentuated by the simple white dress she wore. Her eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, but I detected a hint of sadness lurking beneath. "Where did you go?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.I shrugged, trying to brush it off. "Just lost in thought, that's all." But Soka wasn't buying it. She knew me too well. "Who is he?" she asked, her voice low and conspiratorial as she dried the wooden bowl with a towel. I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I tried to play dumb. "Who?"Soka rolled her eyes, her thick braids swaying with the motion. "Don't give me that, Aurora. I know the look, and this is definitely it." She was ri
Aurora PovIt is finally the day I've been anxiously waiting for. I turn over on my bambom mat, stretching my body to loosen the tightness I feel within my muscles. Ever since I made the decision, I have felt anxiety eating at me from the inside. All I do is think, and after thinking, I think about everything I thought, and it's a never-ending cycle. My whole life is about to change completely, and I do not have the capability to understand exactly how it's going to be.After the death of my mother from an unknown illness that took over her body and left her bedridden for two years, it had been only my father and I. We managed with the little we could, selling trinkets at the town market. One day, my father had the idea to apply for a loan to start up a business as a jewelry seller. Initially, I had no hope for the loan because we are far from being noble. We are simply poor humans living in the kingdom. Yet everything took a surprising turn when he received a letter saying his loan h
Aurora POV"What are you doing?" Madam Iwin is asking me for about the fifth time today. I never could have thought that setting dishes can be this tasking. Why should there be an exact spot on the saucer where the teacup should be kept, and if there is, why isn't it in the middle, which makes more sense? How many kinds of plates must be used in one meal? I have come to the conclusion that nobles and royals have too much time on their hands, which they certainly do because they have no work. They sit around reading, talking, drinking, eating, or organizing balls that last for hours or buying beautiful clothes.Madam Iwin is different from yesterday; yesterday, she seemed like a nice lady, handing me my uniform and giving me a lecture about the history of the palace as she served me fruit juice and mini baked pies. Now she has transformed into a complete authoritarian.I move a silver fork to the front of the rounded white bowl on the tray, and she whips my hand lightly. All I want to
"Rora, what's going on?" she asked, concern etched on her face as I watched her wave her hands in front of me. She was trying to rouse me from my thoughts, but my mind was still stuck on the king and our enigmatic conversation in the garden.Soka's dark skin glistened in the dim light of the kitchen, her curves accentuated by the simple white dress she wore. Her eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, but I detected a hint of sadness lurking beneath. "Where did you go?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.I shrugged, trying to brush it off. "Just lost in thought, that's all." But Soka wasn't buying it. She knew me too well. "Who is he?" she asked, her voice low and conspiratorial as she dried the wooden bowl with a towel. I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I tried to play dumb. "Who?"Soka rolled her eyes, her thick braids swaying with the motion. "Don't give me that, Aurora. I know the look, and this is definitely it." She was ri
Under the royal poinciana's vibrant orange blooms, he stood expectant, his hands clasped behind his back. As I entered the garden, his eyes locked onto mine, and he spoke my name, "Aurora," for the fifth time, his voice low and husky. I couldn't help but shoot him an annoyed glance, my patience wearing thin."I didn't mean to lie to you," he said, closing the distance between us, his stride confident and purposeful. I felt a flutter in my chest as he drew near, his shadow engulfing me and blocking out the warm sunlight."So, what exactly did you mean to do?" I snapped, my tone sharper than intended. Realising my rudeness, I collected myself, hanging my head in a subtle nod.He sighed, his shoulders sagging in defeat. "I do it all the time. Sometimes I just need a little escape from being...all this." He gestured to his royal attire. "That day, we talked t felt like we were friends. I haven't had that in years." His voice dropped, taking on a vulnerable tone. "I can disguise myself and
Zao POV"Tradition is tradition. We do not know better than our fathers," Miniter Stan said calmly, stroking his silver beard in a attempt to appear unruffled. The others nodded eagerly, whispering among themselves in agreement. Kibi, however, shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting towards them with a hint of unease.I've seen men like him before - intelligent and innovative, but born with ideas too revolutionary for their time. These conversations are futile, I thought to myself. No matter how much I might desire to challenge their outdated beliefs and wipe the smug looks off their faces, I am bound by my position. As king, I possess veto power only in matters of war, and even then, the council's influence is not to be underestimated.The weight of tradition and the council's resistance to change hung in the air, a palpable force that stifled progress and silenced dissenting voices. I knew that to challenge them would be to risk everything, and yet, a part of me yearned to break fre
Aurora POV"Aurora." His voice was unmistakable, that deep but soft timbre echoing through the corridor. My first instinct was to keep moving, to escape the sudden tension building in my chest. But, of course, I couldn't. I was just a palace maiden, bound by duty and protocol. So, I turned around, bowing my head in the usual royal courtesy. "Your Highness," my voice sounded shaky to my own ears.I saw his shadow move closer, his presence looming over me like a dark cloud. Within seconds, he was standing right in front of me, so close I could smell his scent - a subtle blend of sandalwood and citrus. My heart raced, my mind reeling with conflicting emotions.uuu"Aurora," he said again, his voice softer, more intimate. I bowed my head further, avoiding his gaze. "Please, Aurora, speak to me," he added, his tone suddenly timid."Yes, Your Highness, what would you like me to speak about?" I replied, trying to keep my voice neutral, my head still bowed. His presence was already flooding my
Aurora Pov Princess Deze, resplendent in her red gown, glided towards the table, her eyes locked onto King Zao's imposing figure. Her boldness was tempered with respect, her composure unwavering as she approached him. "Your Majesty," she said, her voice like music, "I request the pleasure of my maiden, Aurora, joining us at the table." King Zao's eyes narrowed slightly, but he nodded graciously, his gaze flicking towards me. "Of course, Princess". He didn't show any sign of knowing me, he barely looked at me. I felt a flutter in my chest as I took my place at the far end of the table, trying to blend into the background. The King and Princess Deze sat at the head of the table, their conversation flowing like a gentle stream. The food arrived, a sumptuous feast of dishes from both the Southern and Northern Kingdoms. Steaming plates of jollof rice, fragrant with tomatoes and spices, sat alongside delicate bowls of egusi soup, its melon seeds glistening like tiny jewels. Suya sk
-Past Time- Aurora POV The palace was abuzz with the Princess's daring fashion sense, a stark contrast to the modest attire of the kingdom's females. Her deep necklines, vibrant hues, and bold headpieces had already inspired some nobles to revamp their wardrobes. At her first lunch with the palace's female nobles, she wore a stunning, hugging dress with a train and deep V, captivating every female present - except Eni, the daughter of the King's top minister and potential king consort after Princess Deze marries King Zao. The scene unfolded like a delicate dance, with the Princess gracefully gliding into the grand hall, her dress shimmering in the light. The nobles parted, their eyes fixed on her, as she made her way to the table. I watched with bated breath, my hands trembling slightly as I adjusted the delicate silverware. The Princess's confidence was infectious, and soon, the room was filled with laughter and chatter, the nobles eager for her attention. Lady Eni, however, r
Luci had her afro in two buns, with two strands of twists decending on her forehead. She was wearing a matching set of plain red bikini. Her skin looked a little more tanned than it usually was, giving her a nice glow in the sunlight. She laid down on the sun lounger, looking at the waterfall as the sun caught its water beads as it fell into the kidney-shaped pool.Sira observed her from some distance with a tray of drinks in her hands, willing herself to go talk to her like she planned. At that moment, she didn't know what exactly she wanted to say, all she knew was that she needed to say something to her.She sat on a Sun lounger beside Luci's own, facing her as she placed the tray beneath her. Luci turns her head and smiles at her."Here, Pina Colada," she says, giving Luci the drink."Perfect, exactly what I need," she says, taking a sip. "That's strong. Great" Sira observed her keenly, trying to see if she had an annoyance towards her but was simply hiding it, but Luci looked as
She knew where she was, yet she kept her eyes closed, hoping steadfastly that she was wrong. She hoped what she remembered was a dream that was far from reality. Dreaming was enjoyable, and it was pleasant when he placed his lips on hers like they were always meant to be there. His lips were soft like baby skin and sent butterflies fluttering through her whole body, first from her lips to down her throat, flowing all the way down to the tips of her fingers and tips of her toes, and finally shooting up to her brain. It was a pleasant dream indeed, although the memories of having such a dream cannot be entertained."Are you awake now?"With the sound of Gerald's voice, she had to accept reality. She opened her eyes, and it was definitely not a dream. Gerald was in a pair of plain maroon boxers, and beads of water hung on his chest hairs. There was nothing unattractive about his shirtless body in that moment; his lean chest was well defined with muscles, and his waist narrowed down to his
The heat from the tension in the car could melt an iceberg. They weren't talking, and none of them were on their phones either. It seemed like they were all waiting for someone to break the silence, but it was already 20 minutes into the trip and still no one had said anything. Gerald was driving, and while Luci sat in the front seat, her hands rested on the armrest as she stared out the window like there was something incredible going on out there. Her tawny skin looked blotchy, like she had been crying all night. Sira looked at her in the mirror and felt a pang of guilt spread over her. It was her fault that Luci was going through this, if only she had known about Gerald's feelings for her, she would have kept him at arm's length.After a few seconds of staring out the window, Sira would move on to staring at the back of Gerald's head as he drove the car. She had always liked to watch him drive, he was always perfectly calm when he drove.Now seeing him drive reminded her of the nig