Chapter 3: A Deal for a Second Chance

"That's a good idea, Third Brother," Chidera, the fourth prince, said with a smirk, nodding in agreement. He turned to their parents. "Father, Mother, what do you think?"

Queen Chioma didn't hesitate. "We can't possibly bury her in the royal graveyard. She's not one of us. Throw her there."

She looked at her husband for confirmation, but the King remained silent, his eyes fixed on Nnenna's lifeless form. His face, normally composed, was drawn tight with grief.

The Queen frowned at his hesitation. "Your Majesty?"

But the King didn't respond. Instead, he turned abruptly, walking away from the scene. Tears welled in his eyes as memories of the past consumed him.

Amarachi.

His heart ached as he thought of his late sworn brother's wife.

"I failed you again, Amarachi," he whispered under his breath. "I couldn't even protect your daughter."

The tears spilled over, and he quickened his pace, unwilling to let anyone see his pain.

His wife's face twisted in fury as she caught sight of the King's somber expression. Her hands clenched at her sides, nails biting into her palms.

'He still can't let go of that old flame of his!' Queen Chioma's thoughts churned with resentment. 'That wretched girl's death is the best thing that could have happened. With her gone, I can finally win his love without distraction!'

Her anger boiled over, and she turned sharply toward the servants. "What are you waiting for? Take her body out and dispose of it—"

cut through the room like

this

doorway, where a tall figure loomed. The first prince, Somto, strode into the room, his sharp, penetrating gaze sweeping over

who has lived with us for a decade

room fell silent. Somto's tone grew colder with each word, the temperature in

unyielding authority, more commanding than even the King's. "Bury

were final. No one dared to question

Ebere to Obinna, who was too stunned to

obey, not sparing a single glance at the Queen or her other children. Everyone knew that the First Prince's word was law, even surpassing

hovered, observing the unfolding drama. Her heart twisted at the sight of her lifeless body being treated with a measure of dignity, finally, by

she thought. 'But he still showed me compassion in the

hall. A gnawing question

Ebere meant

her translucent hands and froze. They were fading, slowly

"No..."

Not yet. She didn't want to vanish, to disappear without righting the

regret, all blending into

When it faded, Nnenna

no earthly bloom could match. She knew every plant in the royal gardens, even the rarest

man. His features were otherworldly, a perfect balance of strength and gentleness, and his sharp gaze seemed to

grant you a second chance. But this time, you must live

a whirlwind. A second chance. A chance to rewrite her

said, her voice

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