Social butterfly

"My father wasn't the ruler at that time, his older brother was on the throne and there was still another brother next in line before my father could inherit the throne. My father was instantly attracted to my mother and wooed her persistently. My mother, still in grief from the recent loss of her husband, ignored my father at first but eventually he wore her down. Since he was made the youngest general, he had the looks, the commanding presence and the wealth to sweep my mother off her feet. It was an impressive whirlwind romance until…" he suddenly broke off as if it was too much for him to discuss. 

Kaoma squeezed his thigh and said coaxingly, "Come, Maxixe, don't stop there, tell me what happened next."

So many years Maxixe had spent repressing the memories of his family, even now three years had passed and he was still grieving the death of his mother. 

He eyed Kaoma pensively, wondering why his lover chose to bring these repressed memories up.