The king wrought

Hala was wandering from one end of the Palace to the other end, he was deep in thought, but nobody knew what was wrong with him, no one come close if he's in this stage. 

The last time a good samaritan tried to inquire from him what the problem was, it wasn't pretty for the guards that day, he almost chopped off his head, he ordered another guard to give him torture he will never forget in his entire life. 

I watch him from afar, he is my husband I can't stay back watch him with heavy burdens on him, I was tempted to ask but I withdrew because the outcome might be disastrous. 

"My daughter, as you make a new home, whenever your husband is angry, go into your shell and think of what will make him calm, don't question him rudely", I remembered my mother said this to me. 

I needed to apply my mother's formula now, while I watched him from afar, I showered him with ceaseless praises. 

"The lion is incomparable in the jungle. 

His strength, no animal can withstand, the lion's unity makes them the most successful predator, the lion didn't need no animal's opinion to rule the jungle, but he is always intelligent to avoid coup against him. 

He smiled and sat on his throne as I melted his anger with palatable praises. 

I came close and asked politely, what is the issue with the great lion of Zomuda? 

He smiled at me but his face still smells trouble, "lioness is always at the service of the lion, tell me what Is bordering you, your highness? 

" It's barely two years now, the people have never brought their offerings, they are getting on my nerves". 

At this point, I knew what will follow his words is what his mind said he should do, and it is obvious his good conscience is very weak and feeble. What should I say to him? My advice might erupt his bile. 

I was mute for a while without even moving my body, I buried my head, but his attention was on me. Hmm….he groaned as he stood like an army set in a battle array. 

I peeped at him, but it was caught in the act for me, we had eye contact, I was feeling guilty from the look. "I am not the cause of your anger so don't frighten me with your look, I said within me". 

His anger was tensed in a twinkle of an eye, but I have already forgotten words to dilute his anger. 

 Zomudians can never step on the lion's tail and go Scott free, I am the hungry lion in the jungle, I only rest when I have my fill. I shall make them feed on stones as they have done to me. 

He made a fist and ground his teeth, I might be the scapegoat if my stay around persists, but how can I sneak out, I have involved myself. 

What suggestion should I give to this hungry lion that will be pleased to him now? Should I say the people forget, but that will be the most stupid point so far, I was told by Zia that never in the lifetime of his late father King Keith that his people failed in bringing their yearly farm produce. 

Should this be he is harvesting the seed he planted, it can't be, not yet time for him to see the water he turns on his head at his feet, his people dreaded him so much, they can't risk their life for greed. 

Guards!!!!!!!!! He thundered, every living soul in the Palace immediately assume their position, yes your majesty, his anger transformed him to narrate his people's fault to his guards, this is another strange act he demonstrated in my sight. 

I know what shall follow since his guards were involved. Get me all the barbaric king's men right now. 

Before his last command, the three guards had disappeared to deliver his message. 

I was bereaved, deep down in me the outcome of the meeting with his king's men may be horrible. 

What are you still doing here? He turned and asked me, forgetting I am his wife

Didn't you hear me send the guards out for the council meeting, are you part of the meeting? I walked out of him slowly like evaporating gas. 

My room couldn't hold me, my anger proliferate accompanied by tears. 

I never knew when I went out of control and scattered every nearby object around me, but I was so conscious not to fall the golden cup on my table. 

I acquired that cup the day he was extremely excited and he gave it to me, "this is a gift of my mother to my wife he said", the cup is mine but he might request it anytime. 

I was stunting on my bed, when I heard him say, "the slow movement of the tiger is not a mistake but a calculation of accuracy", I knew the king's men were around because they often speak in figurative languages. 

"I wouldn't seat and watch anyone blind my eye with his finger, familiarity brings contempt he said", I vibrated from my bed immediately, when did my husband become Mr nice man? I went to his room to peep at their meeting. His side window is a little bit adjacent to the right side of the Palace. 

I could see sir Poker rolled his big eyes over my husband words on familiarity, I almost erupted into laughter but I got to press myself, he might chop off my head if he discovered I am spying on them. 

"it now two years since the last presentation of food items to the great lion, I know how people talk badly of me in the kingdom, but I chose to let the sleeping dog lye. 

" It is time to wake the sleeping dog, I will love to see how funny and bitter you people will dance in tears". 

No man born of a woman in that meeting dare to speak, except sir Poker who would still need to guide his speech. 

Your highness, you have every right to be angry and dish out punishment to all the people of zomuda, the lion never gives peace to the jungle when he's hungry unless he satisfies his stomach. 

"The presentation of farm produce is done alternatively, and it is one year in one year out it is the duty of the diviner to say this to you last year but death snatched him away sir Poker said". 

Whose authority is this kingdom governed? "You of course sir Poker replied him", then let me amend any rule or law that is malnourished to my leadership. 

The other men quickly pocket their shabby ideas to save their lives, "my mother said well of you to me and your reputation is highly recognised in this kingdom, thank your star for that if not, I would have served my wine with your skull the king told sir Poker". 

Immediately one of the men bladder couldn't hold his urine and he discharged it on himself hearing the death threat to sir Poker. This meeting is over and there is no relevant excuse that will deliver you all from my wrought. 

I don't need the food for this year, what I need is a human head….he laughed at Mr Dia and squeezed at the same time. Leave my Palace now all of you. 

Mr Mik who seat wetted himself was lucky enough to wear double underwears that prevented his urine from perforating. 

When he got home he told his family how terrible the meeting was and how he mesmerised himself.