Shame

Ife's hand was crossed over her chest as she watched the dreadlocked man pacing back and forth, shooting angry glares at her. She had been taking a stroll in the courtyard when the guards came to inform her that someone was trying to forcefully enter the palace.

And alas, she had come out only to see Meka's cousin. The fury emanating from him already explained his anger; he must have heard the news, as it had spread like wildfire.

"I need to see her," his eyes were very red, and his hand was clenched into a fist.

"Did you not hear the king's order? No one can see her," Ife rolled her eyes.

Meka's family was something else, although there was no doubt that this man was so handsome, stirring a different hunger within her.

"He is not the king; he has not been coronated."

"Well, he is standing as the king since he is next in line to the throne," she shrugs. "Meka killed my father."