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

leaned closer. The guards watched. The air itself seemed to hold its breath.

“My name is Ephoma,” she said.

“Ephoma,” the prince repeated, as if the name had touched something inside him.

He wanted to ask more, but she stepped back.

“I have to go, sir.”

“So soon? Please stay a little longer.”

“I can’t. I have responsibilities.”

“At least let me walk with continue reading …