The horses trotted forward at a steady pace, the grand palace slowly fading behind them as they rode through the streets of the noble district. Ikenna clung to the horse's mane, his back resting against Obinna's strong and reassuring chest as he stared around in wonder. The streets were wide and well-kept. He saw traders haggling their wares with customers and servants attending to their masters' or mistresses' needs. One detail caught Ikenna’s attention as they rode: no matter what they were doing, everyone turned to stare at Obinna in awe and admiration. Some waved at him, while others whispered and pointed as he passed, but Obinna ignored them all. “Ahh, the great Obinna, the people’s champion. They wave and cheer for you, yet you ignore them, brother. That is unlike you,” Onyeka said, his sharp eyes cutting through the crowd as though they were a nest of vipers. “I have other matters to handle. I have neither the patience nor the time to entertain the antics of these two-f