Tears of an Orphan
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© Mary Francis Solomon
“Jesus, Samuel!
What are you trying to do to yourself?” the Queen cried as she rushed into the room.
She stopped abruptly when she saw three empty bottles of beer scattered on the floor and two half-filled ones beside the bed.
Prince Samuel was obviously drunk.
He had been drinking out of fear — fear of losing Precious. The thought of his father opposing his marriage to her had driven him into drinking to stupor, just to escape the anxiety eating him up inside.
“I’m sorry, Mom… I’m so sorry,” he muttered, his voice slurred.
“I was scared… please tell me you and Daddy won’t stop me from marrying Precious. I want to marry her,” he said weakly, already deep in drunkenness.
“Hey, my son,” the Queen said softly but firmly.
“This has not gotten to this point. Because of a woman, you want to destroy yourself? You want to drink yourself to death just because I told you that custom demands you marry from the royal lineage?”
She paused, then added quickly, trying to calm him down.
“Hey, stop that. You will marry her, okay? We will try to work something out. But you know your father — he is strong-willed.
Besides, you are not marrying now. Don’t you remember you are traveling to the UK to begin your Master’s program?”
She deliberately changed the topic. She didn’t want to make empty promises because she knew how firm her husband could be once he made up his mind.
“Yes, Mommy,” Samuel replied drunkenly.
“You know abroad doesn’t take long. I just don’t want to lose her. I really want to marry her.”
“When you return from your Master’s program, we will talk about it again,” the Queen said gently.
“But before you go, I would love to see her in person.”
“Thank you so much, Mom,” he murmured.
“Anything for you, my darling,” she replied.
“But please stop drinking. You are killing yourself slowly. You are just 21 years old, my son. You are my only child and the heir to this throne. This drinking habit is one of the reasons you and your father don’t get along. Please, it won’t help you.”
“Okay, Mommy. I will stop,” Samuel said.
“My heart also tells me to stop. I’ve reduced it, but I drank today because I was scared of losing her. She means the world to me.”
“Please rest now,” the Queen said.
“I’ll ask the maids to prepare your breakfast once you wake up. Don’t drink again.”
She left the room quietly and called one of the maids to clean up the bottles immediately, making sure the King would not see them.
It was Somisola who cleaned Prince Samuel’s room.
She had always admired him. Being one of the Queen’s favorite maids, she was entrusted with taking care of the prince’s room and his personal needs.
Somisola loved him deeply, though it was obvious he never noticed her.
As she entered the room and saw him sleeping soundly, thoughts flooded her mind. She stood there, transfixed, staring at him with desire and admiration.
Knowing he was still drunk, she quietly bolted the door.
Slowly, she approached the bed. She pulled off her clothes and lay beside him, caressing him and whispering softly.
Moments later, Samuel stirred. Still drunk, he drew her closer, murmuring sweet, meaningless words. Before he realized what was happening, he had already made love to her.
Somisola felt fulfilled. She believed she had finally gotten him for herself.
She carefully kept evidence, just in case he denied everything later.
Afterwards, she cleaned the room thoroughly and left immediately. Samuel, unaware of what had happened, fell back into deep sleep.
“What took you so long to clean the prince’s room?” Lara asked suspiciously.
“You know we are working here.”
“Oh, it’s nothing,” Somisola replied with a smile.
“The prince was just expressing how much he loves me.”
Lara burst into laughter.
“You think Prince Samuel will stoop so low to love a maid like you? I’ve noticed how you admire him. Be careful, Misola. Remember you’re an orphan. The Queen favors you, that’s why you’re here. Don’t ruin this opportunity.”
Somisola laughed mockingly.
“You’re just jealous,” she snapped.
“You wanted him for yourself. But sorry — he loves me. I will be the next Queen of this land.”
She shook her waist proudly and walked away.
When Prince Samuel woke up, he was shocked to find himself naked under the duvet.
He knew that even when drunk, he usually slept in his pajamas.
The room looked clean and organized. Confused, he concluded that his drunkenness must have made him act irrationally.
He rushed into the bathroom, bathed, dressed sharply, and went to greet his father.
As soon as the King saw him, his eyes burned with anger.
“Sit down,” the King commanded sternly.
“Your mother has been telling me about something.”
Samuel tried to calm himself.
“Daddy, please,” he pleaded.
“If you want me to be happy, don’t deny me the woman of my dreams.”
The King sighed deeply and shook his head.
To be continued…
Inspired by the Great Teacher.
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Written by Mary Francis Solomon.