How a Firewood Girl Captured the Heart of a Prince Who Came Home to Marry Another Woman

covered bowl, the silence became heavier than the royal drums outside.

Adana turned first. Her eyes fell on the bowl, then rose to Ephoma’s face.

A short laugh escaped her mouth.

“So this palace has become a marketplace now? Boiled yam and palm oil? Is that what you brought before kings?”

Ephoma held the bowl with both hands.

“I came because of the announcement.continue reading …