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

Chapter 17

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

gesture he never skipped. He respected the effort it took to greet someone, especially when it came from people who were compelled by his authority or

their effort with a nod felt like the least he could do,

Queen lifted their eyes from their conversation. The

need to ask who it was, only one person in the entire kingdom would dare walk into the

indifference. Without missing a beat, he made his way

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

more than just a son, he was a symbol

already surpassed even the King in many areas. But what truly

it get to his head. He remained

formalities, but there was something about

was a rare trait, one that

seeing his son's continued respect, gave a slight nod

with affection. Despite knowing he wasn't a fan of physical touch, she wrapped her arms around

said, her voice full of warmth and

in her arms, his discomfort palpable. "Mother,"

he didn't push her away. He simply stood there, the tension in his body the only sign of

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