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

The queen did not raise her voice. She did not need to.

“Are you Ngozi?” she asked.

Mama Ngozi wiped her wet hands on her wrapper and bowed slightly.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Call your daughter.”

“My daughter has gone to the market.”

“Then I will wait.”

Those four words entered the compound like cold water.

Mama Ngozi opened the gate with trembling fingers.

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