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

she reached the corridor, Ibuka followed.

“Ephoma.”

She stopped, but did not turn fully.

“I am sorry.”

“You should not have done that, my prince.”

“Done what?”

“Spoken for me.”

“Was I supposed to stand there and pretend?”

“People like me survive by not being noticed. When powerful people notice us, it is not always a blessing.”

“Why did you run from me on the continue reading …