💔BENEATH THE CROWN💔
(AMANDA’S TALE)
CHAPTER 1
I was born and raised in a village in the eastern parts. I had three siblings, two boys, and a girl, and I was the eldest. My father served as the king’s special adviser, and my mother was the chairwoman of the women’s association in the village
My parents raised my sister and me in a godly manner and taught us about the village’s traditions. I was considered an epitome of beauty, tall, with beautiful dark skin and long, shining hair. I was an obedient and diligent child, serving as a role model for youths and children in the village.
I also graduated from the prestigious UNN with first-class honors, I studied nursing and was exceptionally skilled in it.. I worked at a prominent private hospital and was well-compensated. I had my own apartment and was living comfortably, but these things didn’t cause me to stray from my upbringing and the traditions of our land.
I had just two best friends because I was an introvert: Mirabel and Ujunwa. They were friends I could count on, or so I thought. I cherished them greatly and made time to hang out with them, even with my busy schedule.
I led a peaceful life and enjoyed every bit of it until that fateful morning when I received a phone call from the village that changed my life, and my misery began.
I woke that morning to the sound of my phone ringing. It was my mom. I picked up my phone to answer the call, wondering why she was calling me so early.
“Good morning, Mom,” I greeted as I picked up the call.
“Good morning, dear. How was your night?” she asked in a rather somber tone.
“I’m fine, Mom. What made you call me so early this morning?” I asked, still curious about the reason for her call.
“The king is dead, and you know what that means,” she said, shocking me to my core.
“WHAT?!”