They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 17: First Prince Somto

Meanwhile, Nnenna waddled back to her room, each step deliberate as she stretched her muscles.

She wasn't entirely sure what physical therapy entailed, but she figured that moving her arms and legs was a good start.

By the time she reached her room, a small sense of accomplishment filled her chest. Checking the clock, she realized it was almost time for the housekeeper's visit.

A flicker of excitement crossed her face as she settled down, looking forward to the familiar company.

At the grand Achebe Castle, the royal garage welcomed a sleek, black car as it slowly pulled in. The driver's door opened, and Prince Somto stepped out with effortless grace.

He adjusted his casual attire, which, though understated, screamed wealth and sophistication.

Somto made his way toward the house, his footsteps steady and purposeful. As always, he hadn't bothered to inform anyone about his return.

It wasn't because he wanted to surprise his family, he simply had no interest in the pomp and fanfare that usually accompanied his homecomings. Besides, this visit wasn't about them, and he didn't plan to stay long.

Entering through the backdoor, Somto navigated the expansive halls of the castle with practiced ease.

His path was deliberate, turning left here, right there, until he arrived at the throne room. The guards stationed by the door didn't dare stop him, they knew better.

First Prince," they greeted in

gesture he never skipped. He respected the effort it took to greet someone, especially when it came from people who

like the least he could do, even if he

eyes from their conversation. The moment they saw

who it was, only one person in the entire

with his usual air of indifference. Without missing a beat, he made his way toward his parents, his steps

he bowed slightly, his posture relaxed but respectful. "Father. Mother," he

Somto, was more than just a son, he was a symbol of everything they had hoped for and

even the King in many areas. But what truly warmed their hearts

successes, he never let it get to his head. He remained

watched him. She knew how much he disliked formalities, but there was something about how he still maintained respect for them,

was a rare trait, one that made

his bowing position, waiting for their response. The King, seeing his son's continued respect, gave

over to him, her face softening with affection. Despite knowing he wasn't

said, her voice

course, the Queen's embrace earned her a frown from Somto. He remained stiff in her arms, his discomfort palpable. "Mother," he said, his voice a little strained, "You know I don't feel

stood there, the tension in