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.

they greeted in unison, their voices

in response, a gesture he never skipped. He respected the effort it took to greet someone, especially when it came from

felt like the least he could do, even if he found

and Queen lifted their eyes from their conversation. The moment they saw their eldest son, smiles spread

to ask who it was, only one person in the entire kingdom would

of indifference. Without missing a

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

and Queen both smiled, their pride clear. Their firstborn, Somto, was more than just a son, he was a symbol of everything

already surpassed even the King in

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

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

trait, one that made her cherish him

King, seeing his son's continued respect, gave a slight nod of approval. But the Queen could no longer hold

from her seat and walked over to him, her face softening with affection. Despite knowing he wasn't a fan of physical touch, she wrapped her arms around him in

home, Son," she said, her voice full of

a frown from Somto. He remained stiff in her arms, his discomfort palpable. "Mother,"

he didn't push her away. He simply stood there, the tension in

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