chapter 15 The new heiress
"The world needs anger. The world often continues to allow evil because it isn't angry enough." - Bede Jarrett
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...In the Imperial Throne Room...
The anticipation was palpable as the royal special subjects and advisory council members, along with the esteemed Ida's clan, gathered in the grand hall, awaiting the king's arrival. The king's chanter stepped forward, his voice resonating with reverence.
" Oh! The king of the silver throne arrives,
The husband of many, father of all,
The lion who conquers the jungle,
Man of justice, man of his people,
The man a woman met on his way,
And cried out in yearning,
'If this man couldn't be my husband,
I'd be his concubine.'
Oh, the greatest, bravest man,
I am close in six meters, and distant in seven,
I'll never disrespect you, my king,
For he who disrespects the king faces his wrath,
You are their son in the realm of Oyo,
And their..." The king's raised hand silenced the chanter mid-tribute. The king took his place on the throne, his regal presence commanding attention.
"Greetings to the holder of the silver throne, the mighty lion king, the great ruler, and the third prince of the silver throne," the assembly greeted in unison.
"Greetings to you, my loyal subjects and esteemed advisory council," the king responded, nodding as he settled into his throne and waved his horsetail.
Standing before the assembly, the general addressed them with authority.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come for our meeting to commence. Let us conduct ourselves with the nobility befitting our station. No one should dare disrespect our great king. Oh, my king, please accept my homage. We are noble, and we must show respect for one another's opinions. Keep in mind that each member's opinion is invaluable, even more so than your own. Members of the special subject must avoid bringing up matters that might affect the advisory council, thereby indirectly undermining our king's authority. Greetings to the archdukes of the north, east, and west, and greetings to the archduchess of the south. Greetings also to my fellow members of the special subject of the silver throne. The purpose of this meeting is to discuss the new heiress of the Ida's clan 'the Sword of the Silver Throne'. Let us present ourselves, Ida's clan."
With a deep bow, Arẹwa stepped forward, introducing herself and her family members to the assembly. The king's attention was drawn to the baby in the arms of the prophetess.
"The prophetess has a baby boy?" the king inquired, curiosity lighting up his eyes.
"Yes, my king," the prophetess replied with a smile. "May I present him to you? I hope you will love your new grandchild."
"May I?" the king asked, reaching out his arms to hold the baby. "You're right, I do have a soft spot for little ones," he chuckled, cradling the infant in his arms.
"Please continue," the king gestured, as he continued to dote on the baby.
"The great leopard, its fiery desire to supplant the lion in its power, yet deceiving. You are a great leopard, but do not tread that path, for a dog who does...it...it's cover with blood..." The words of the elder daughter of the Ida's clan suddenly hung in the air, strange and enigmatic. Before anyone could react, she collapsed, caught by the swift intervention of the maids in attendance. The atmosphere in the palace shifted, and the king's expression shifted from curiosity to anger. The baby was quickly taken from his arms by a maiden from the Ida's clan.
"What just happened? You mentioned her power had been passed down to her sister. Are you taking me for a fool?" The king's voice was laced with anger, his eyes blazing with suspicion.
A knowing smile danced on the lips of the archduke of the north.