Valerie had stepped into a new life, moving in with Adonis in the palace.The bedroom basked in the morning sunlight, a gentle embrace of warmth and light that cocooned them in its embrace. In that delicate moment, their hearts conversed in hushed tones of affection, like two souls swapping cherished secrets. It was as if their spirits danced in sync, an intimate exchange of love that only they could fully comprehend.Wrapped in that delicate instant, they exchanged soft murmurs of affection, much like confidences swapped between two souls deeply connected. It felt as if their hearts were engaged in a quiet symphony, a private dialogue of love known only to them.Adonis's eyes held a twinkle as he gazed at Valerie, his words a gentle caress, "Valerie, you know what I've been pondering..."A mischievous glint danced in her eyes as she raised one eyebrow with a playful quirk. The corners of her mouth curled upwards, a playful tug at her lips suggesting the amusement that danced within h

Harriet and her mother finally managed to get a cab down to the nearest hospital. While she was busy haggling with the cab driver who had drove them there, her mother rushed into the ward with her husband. And when Harriet finally traded her necklace which she cherished a lot to the driver, the latter finally left.With heavy steps, she traced her path into the sterile halls of the hospital. The air seemed to weigh on her shoulders, each breath a reminder of the weight of the world. And then, in a quiet corner, a scene unfolded that tugged at her heartstrings.There, in a room enveloped by a hush, her mother sat. Tears danced down her cheeks like raindrops on a windowpane. Beside her, a figure lay still, as if lost in an eternal slumber. Her father, once strong and vibrant, now a mere silhouette of his former self.Harriet furrowed her brow, concern knitting her features as she turned her gaze towards her mother. "Mom, what's happening? You seem really troubled," she questioned, her v

Adonis's voice filled the meeting room, recounting the exhaustive sweep they'd made across the city for Oliver and Lord Bassey. His frustration was very obvious, his words carrying the weight of disappointment from their futile efforts.In the midst of the tense air, a new discussion was birthed, ideas bouncing like ping pong balls, each carrying the urgency of the situation. They talked about what should come next, voices overlapping in a symphony of problem-solving, each suggestion akin to a piece in a complex puzzle.Amid the whirlwind of debates, the focus swerved like a river changing its course. The health of King Archie also came into focus, how he should be more treated because it did not seem like he was getting anywhere near better.Suddenly, like a lightning bolt cutting through the storm, Jessie burst into the room, his eyes wide and his breath uneven. All eyes turned to him with immediate effect, a silent question hanging in the air. His words spilled out in a rush, urgen

Adonis found himself immersed in the solitude of his room, the weight of the pressing issue at hand bearing down upon him like a heavy cloak. He sat alone, wondering how he was somehow starting to fall from a position he had just attained and was yet to fully enjoy. The path before him just seemed so blur, and he almost concluded that he was probably not just meant to have a good life or something. The swift amnesia of the masses struck him with incredulity. How had they so quickly shifted their focus away from the true perpetrator, Oliver, and directed their accusations at him instead? It was as if the truth had been totally swallowed, leaving them to simply forget about all other things and face him instead. And all because of what? Something he did not do? Mere speculations? A sense of unease crept over him, killing all of the little fragile foundation of self-esteem he had begun to build. He muttered to himself, voicing his doubts aloud. “Perhaps I am just not cut out for this r

In the dim, forgotten warehouse, a figure stepped out from the shadows, catching Adonis off guard. The man's worn-out attire and tired demeanor spoke of a life that must have being through a lot of hardships. Adonis wasted no time in asking questions that were of course very neccesary, he looked at the stranger with a mixture of skepticism and curiosity, his mind racing to know the purpose of this unforeseen encounter. "Who are you?" he questioned, his voice tinged with cautious suspicion. The man offered a weary smile, his face etched with lines that seemed to hold tales of ages past. "Edward, my name is Edward, your highness," he introduced himself, his words carrying a hint of intrigue. "I was once a loyal servant to his royal majesty, King Archie." Adonis exchanged glances with Jesse, their expressions mirroring his curiosity. "Why did you leave then, Edward?" Adonis inquired, his eyes narrowing slightly as he wished to know what this man was on about. A distant look clouded Ed