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—"

cold, commanding voice cut through the room like

this house

doorway, where a tall figure loomed. The first prince, Somto, strode

has lived with us for a decade as though she were nothing more than trash?" His words were slow, deliberate, and edged

Somto's tone grew colder with each word, the temperature

with unyielding authority, more commanding than even the King's. "Bury her in the royal

words were final. No one dared to question

Obinna, who was too stunned to protest, and strode out of

or her other children. Everyone knew that the First Prince's word was law,

twisted at the sight of her lifeless body being treated with a measure of dignity, finally, by the brother who had always remained

still showed me compassion in the end. He truly is

away, drawn outside the hall. A gnawing question lingered in her mind, one she

had Ebere meant about her

and froze. They were fading, slowly dissolving into

"No..."

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

into one powerful plea. If only I had another

enveloped her, warm and soothing. When it faded, Nnenna found herself in the most beautiful garden she

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

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

you a second chance. But this time, you must live your life to its fullest. Do the right thing. Help others, for that is your

whirlwind. A second chance. A chance to

said, her voice

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