Queen of Queens episode 5 – 6

Queen of Queens

Episode 5

‘No, I hurt myself while working on the farm, I really have to sleep now’ Ekpo yawned and left for his hut.
The Princess was well taken care of; her maids had prepared a warm bath and the palace healer had been invited to treat her wound.
‘That man that saved your life should be adequately rewarded’ the old healer said and straightened.
‘My daughter is yet to tell us everything that happened back there’ the King stared at his daughter carefully.
‘The arrow with which she was shot was poisoned, it was meant to kill her’ the healer continued her an-lysis.
‘Abasi! How could you be so careless Obot? Why did you leave the forest without the company of your guards or maidens? What if those men succeeded in doing something to you; and your marriage to the Prince has finally drawn closer than we thought. You have to be more careful next time’ her mother warned.
‘I am sorry mother, I was just curious about the forest, I have never been there before; immediately I and Afiama arrived, five huge men jumped out from the bushes and asked us to take off our clothes and then my leg was pierced but the gods wouldn’t abandon us, they sent that man to rescue us and he killed their leader. The rest of them fled’ she narrated all that had taken place in the forest to her parents.

The Queen was shocked and terrified by her daughter’s story.
‘Who would dare to defile my daughter’s body? Who would dare to attack the Princess of the land? You must do something about this’ the Queen turned to the King.
‘This is the work of our enemies, I suspect king of Eboho land planned this; whoever was behind this attack, clearly does not want my daughter to marry Prince Iboro, they do not want an alliance between I and Edidem Okopisong’ the king replied thoughtfully.
He was greatly infuriated at the thought that someone would want to harm his daughter.

‘I must take my leave now, the potions would make her drowsy; I would be back in the morning to finalize the dose. Long live your highness’ the healer bowed before the King and Queen.
‘Thank you for treating our daughter’ the Queen showed her gratitude.
‘I would get to the root of this matter, but I must first reward the man that saved your life. Tell us the name of this man, my warriors shall find him’ the King beckoned to his daughter.
The scene of how he had rescued her replayed in her head, he had been so gentle, he treated her like an egg and this pleased her very much. She imagined him by her bedside, kneading her skin with his hands, car-ssing her hair and whispering sweet words to her.
‘I do not know his name, he wouldn’t tell me and he says he doesn’t want any reward’ Obot replied the king.
‘Nonsense! He must be rewarded for his good deeds, let him be an example to others; give me a vivid description of the man and my warriors would find him’ The King called to his chief warrior.
‘His eyes are dark and kind…’ she paused as a warm feeling filled her heart.
She was about to continue when a loud singing and wailing filled the palace.
‘What is going on’? The Queen wondered.
‘That is why I came here’ the Chief warrior bowed his head.
‘A young maiden has been accused of theft, there is strong evidence against her’ he reported.

As both men were still speaking, their voices and that of the people slowly faded, everything happening was whisked away and she was propelled into another world, a world of dreams. A world where she found her savior right where she first met him.
‘Make love to me, I cannot wait to feel you in,side of me’ she mo-ned and clung to his unclad arm.
‘I miss your touch my darling, what took you so long’? He car-ssed her face and stared deeply into her eyes.
‘k-ss me first, we’ll talk later’ she car-ssed his face; her eyes were filled with longing, with yearning. She wanted this man; she couldn’t get enough of him.
The sun had set the clouds had deceived the land of Obodom, they had threatened to flog the people with rain, but no rain came.
The moon had fought with the sun and conquered; slowly, darkness covered the land but the brightness of the moon and stars wouldn’t let darkness triumph over her.

Close to the bank of the river that separated the two kingdoms, lay two unclad bodies entwined and wrapped up in the w-t sand underneath the watchful gaze of the moonlight.
Iboro took her soft l-ips slowly, he k-ssed her like his wh0le life depended on it; he let his hands roam all over her body especially to her large and succulent br-asts.
She mo-ned and pressed his hand firmly to the tip of her br-ast; only he could unleash all her desires; only he could quench her fire.
He dipped his tongue into the soft layers of her mouth; her tongue met his and together, they k-ssed deeper; tasting each other.

He stopped the k-ss abruptly, an action she did not like; she was about to protest when she realized what he was about to do; he was about taking her to another world of pleasure.
He found the knot that held her wrapper piece together and loosened it in a hurry; he was hungry for her, hungry for her flesh, for everything.
Her unclad br-asts fell free and his eyes were awed at the sight of them.
‘As beautiful as ever’ Iboro nibbled her ears and gave her n-pples a gentle squeeze.
He trailed his tongue from her slender neck to the middle of her br-asts, teasing her, luring her to what was to come.
‘I can’t wait any longer, you’re burning me with desire’ she mo-ned and parted her legs, she could feel her wetness, she could feel her in,sides scre-ming for the first and only man she had fallen in love with.

‘I love you, my prince’ she whispered as his l-ips covered her br-asts.
Maybe he was too engrossed in the act or maybe he was yet to feel the same way, but Iboro said nothing. His l-ips clung to the dark circles of her br-asts till he was satisfied, only then, did he stop.
He took off his royal robe and laid it on the w-t sand; she was awed by the length and size of him.
‘You’re a well-made man’ her eyes twinkled; she couldn’t wait to have a taste of him.

With no words spoken, no resistance, he bent over her and prodded her legs apart with his’ and before he started the ancient dance of lovers on her, he k-ssed her slowly and for a long time.
Her mo-ns warmed the surface of the river as he rode into her, driving her mad with pleasure.
‘Careful, we don’t want to get caught’ Iboro laughed and quickly covered her mouth to prevent her from mo-ning.
He increased his pace as he sensed her satisfaction.

Her hands cupped his firm and hærd buttocks and urged him on; she had fallen in love with the prince, she loved him more because of his expertise in lovemaking.
‘My prince…’ she mo-ned his name as they both landed on the bright side of pleasure.
‘So tell me, how is my Princess’? He sighed and rolled over to her side.

Episode 6

‘So tell me, how is my Princess’? He sighed and rolled over to her side.

Afiama felt hurt that he would ask after Obot after what they had just shared.
‘Fine’ she replied curtly. She decided not to tell him about the incident at the forest, he had annoyed her greatly.
‘Fine? What does she think of my coming, I miss her so much’ Iboro’s face was dreamy as he thought about the woman he loved with his wh0le being.
‘She cannot wait to see you’ Afiama replied.

‘I must return to the palace now, thanks for coming to see me. Here, I brought you some cowries’ he fetched a warp of plantain leaf from the pocket of his rope and threw it on her laps.
‘I am not your wh-re, I only did this because…’ she trailed off. Tears stung her eyes as she realized he didn’t value her as much as he valued Obot.
‘Afiama, don’t make this affair difficult, I never said you were a wh-re; you have rowed yourself all the way from your land, you deserve this’ the Prince replied.

‘Thank you, when shall I see you again’? She asked eagerly. She was in love with him, all her thoughts were consumed by him but sadly, she could never have him for herself.
‘When I come to take Obot’s hand in marriage. I must return to the palace’ he k-ssed her goodbye and left without turning back.
‘I love you’ she pressed a shaky hand to her chest. Why could he not see that? She had offered him her body wh0le heartedly; she had not refused him anything? Why couldn’t he share her feelings?
With a heavy and bitter heart, she fetched the paddle and climbed into the boat she had come with and she was leaving with determination in her heart.
‘I must have the Prince by all means’.
Ono couldn’t stop thinking about her the moment he had reached home; his heart was heavy as he pondered on his inability to save enough money for her marriage; how long would she be maltreated and how long would he fold his hands and do nothing?
He loved Mma like no other; she was his mother, his lover, his everything and it hurt him that she was going through all that pain.
‘What is this mark on your body elder brother? Onoifiok his younger brother touched his back.

‘Maybe one of the vines in the forest bruised me’ he turned to the little boy and ruffled his bushy hair.
His late mother had died while giving birth to him; he loved his brother very much and was always there to watch over him.
‘How is Mmaffiong’? The boy asked.
‘Very fine. We spent a lot of time today in the forest’ he winked at his brother.
‘Someday, you will grow like me and you will fall in love with the woman of your dreams, don’t you wish for that’? He asked.
‘No, I wish for something else’ Onoifiok replied.
‘Let me hear it’ Ono prepared himself, knowing that his younger brother would say something that would tickle his in,sides.

‘I want to marry the Princess because she is the most beautiful maiden in the land. She has long black hair and very beautiful eyes, I want to be her husband’ Onoifiok sounded so confident and so it really hurt him when his brother laughed.
‘But you have never seen the princess before, how do you intend to marry her’? Ono asked.
It was a rare thing to see Princess Obot and meeting her at the forest, was something he could never forget. She had left her mark on him and he understood why her father, the King, practically worsh¡pped her.
‘Guess what? I met the princess at the forest today, she is really beautiful’ Ono said to his younger brother.
‘Really? Would you let me see her? I really want to marry her’ Onoifiok jumped to his feet excitedly.

‘You really like the princess Onoifiok, but we must focus on supper tonight, father would soon return from his meeting with the family. He likes to eat his food directly from the fire’ Ono fetched his machete and led his brother towards the kitchen.
‘What are we eating tonight’? Onoifiok asked.
“Ono”!
“ Abasi akan! Abomination!” The man scre-med his son’s name as he str-de into the compound.
‘Welcome father, you sound distressed, what is it’? Ono stared at the old man.
‘I knew it! I knew that maiden of yours was cursed like the villagers said. You must never see her again; you must never speak of her name in this house, is that clear’?
‘I don’t understand father, Mma is a nice and respectful girl, why the sudden hate’? Ono was alarmed by his father’s tone.

‘I know and I agree that she is nice and respectful but she is not good for you. If you must remain my son, if you want your marriage to be blessed, then don’t get married to her’ the man replied and str-de towards his hut.
‘You cannot just say things like that without offering me adequate explanation, I deserve to know the truth, what have you heard’? Ono was uncomfortable about this.
‘As I speak to you, Mmaffiong is in the King’s cell awaiting trial and judgment. She was found guilty, she is a thief! A disgrace! An abomination! You must never see her again lest you taint the good name of this family’.
A laugh escaped him, how was that possible?
‘Mma is not a thief, I know her very well, I can vouch for her. She is not a thief’ he felt hurt as he realized she had been framed. This kind of allegation could lead to her death.

‘Stay out of this Ono, forget the girl and move on with her life; she is cursed’ those were his father’s last words before he left the house.
‘Elder brother, is Mmaffiong truly cursed’? His younger brother sauntered close to him.
‘No. I would get to the root of this’ he murmured. Just then, the princess’ beautiful eyes flashed in his face; maybe this was the reward he needed for saving her life and that of her friend’s.
She made sure no one else was at the river when she arrived; she hid the boat safely in the nearby bush as she did not want to raise any suspicions.
Her steps were light and fast; she needed to meet with her father and discuss the latest developments with the Prince.

Her heart yearned for him, melted at the thought of him but all would be futile except she fought hærd to win his love.
Her father was one of the King’s most trusted chiefs, so she had no worries; he was the King’s adviser and had made enough plans that would cover them both.
‘Welcome, mistress’ one of her slaves greeted as she arrived the compound.
‘Where is my father’? She stared at the slave in disdain.
‘In his hut’ the slave replied.
Afiama hurried straight to the man’s hut, it was going to be a long night as they had a lot to talk about. When she arrived, she tapped her hands together awaiting a response.

‘You may enter’ he gro-ned in a low voice.
‘Are you alright, father’? She rushed into the hut. Her mother was late and all she had left was him, so she was always scared anytime he felt weak or complained of the slightest headache.