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

palace gate.

Chief Obina Ezani stepped out first. He wore a dark embroidered agbada, heavy gold rings, and a face that carried no greeting.

Madame Chiamaka came down beside him, silent and graceful, but her eyes moved like she was counting every weakness in the palace walls.

Adana followed them, dressed in white, her face soft like a wounded bride.

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