“Commander,” Idemba called “Ready your men and don’t let your guard down.”
“Orders from the Prince?” the hefty commander asked.
Idemba swallowed uneasily at his question. He wished he wouldn’t say that his orders were from a wretched servant girl, who found her shame on the Prince’s bed and now was posing like a Queen.
“Just do as I say,” He mumbled and steered the rein of the zebra. “I need three guards to escort me too,”
The commander seemed puzzled from the silence that followed his calmness. However, Idemba was too engrossed with his encounter with Chinwe, to notice the confusion on the warrior’s face. It was three days now, yet the whole thing appeared as if it were yesterday. It had haunted his sleep and had kept him awake all through his journey. Never in his life has he been in
