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

a face full of sorrow.

She rushed toward the sitting room, but when Ibuka reached out blindly, her steps slowed.

“Adana?” he asked.

She swallowed.

“Yes, my prince, I am here.”

But she did not take his hand.

Across town at the market, Ephoma heard the news from two women buying pepper.

“The prince cannot see again,” one whispered.

The bowl slipped from Ephoma’s continue reading …