Chapter 12: CONFRONTATION & LETTER
The Prince's mind was racing, his thoughts spinning out of control. He felt as though a dark shadow had been cast over his life, and he didn't know how to make sense of it all. "What am I going to do?" he thought to himself, feeling lost and confused. "I can't let this ruin everything I've worked for." Said Beckham, "mmm, I hate you for not letting everything in your own power" his wife replied "you mean what?" "I thought you will just go to the Emperor and ask or did you know maybe they are trying in setting you up" said the wife.
"That cannot be possible dear" he replied, "But it's possible!" his wife protested. "You remember the story of Romulus and Remus, right? Romulus was the first-born son of the king, but his father decided to give the throne to his second-born son, Remus, instead. Romulus was so angry that he killed his brother and took the throne for himself."
The Prince looked at his wife in disbelief. "Are you suggesting that I should kill my brother?" he asked, horrified by the idea.
"Of course not!" his wife replied. "I'm just saying that history repeats itself. "OMG!! It through honey" he added "let me use the toilet and meet with the king" his Wife smile like a devil who try to hurt another person feelings.
The Prince steeled himself as he approached the palace gates. The guards recognized him and opened the gate to let him in. He walked along the stone path, his footsteps echoing in the quiet courtyard. The pagoda edifice palace loomed above him, its intricate architecture and ornate carvings seeming to watch his every move. He steeled himself again as he pushed open the massive doors and stepped into the foyer.
A servant greeted him and led him down the grand hall to the throne room.
The eunuch who stood guard at the door paled visibly. He tried to hide his face, but it was too late - the Prince had already seen his reaction. But Prince Beckham couldn't hide the fact that he was being triggered by his son cleaning the whole room in the palace but especially Henry room.
The Eunuch's warning came too late, and the Prince was already at the door, his hand on the handle. The Eunuch flung the doors open, and the Prince stormed into the room, his eyes blazing with anger. But as he entered, the room was empty - the Emperor was nowhere to be seen. The Prince stood there, dumbfounded, his breath coming in gasps. What was going on?
The Emperor's voice boomed through the chamber, and the Prince flinched at the sound. "His Majesty, I-" the Prince began, but the Emperor cut him off. "Don't you 'His Majesty' me," he said, his eyes narrowing. "You know very well that I never want to see your face again." The Prince was speechless, unable to form a response.
The Emperor stood up, his robes rustling around him. "You are a disappointment, and a disgrace to this family, what the fuck are you still here, I thought we settled earlier" said the Majesty.
"I want to see you father" Beckham replied, "you seeing me now" said Majesty "not that, something came up, I need to see you on your throne right now" as he start moving to and fro in the room "I know you lack manner Beckham but I can't stand up alone anymore, call me my Eunuch".
"Father!! This getting absurd, Eunuch!!!" he called in a bold thunderous voice, "yes, his highness!!!" he entered, "go in and lift my father up" As the Eunuch lifted the Emperor to his feet, the Prince stared in awe at the throne room. The walls were indeed a pristine white, and the black buffalo statue stood tall and imposing in the center of the room. But it was the throne that truly caught the Prince's attention. It was made of gold and encrusted with diamonds, a true work of art.
But the most surprising thing about the throne was its occupant. The Emperor was an old man, bent with age and leaning heavily on his staff. He looked nothing like the powerful ruler the Prince had always imagined.
They were set for discussion, the Eunuch who's been eager to stay with them was eye by Beckham as he immediately left the room "Father, you are growing old and weak," the Prince said, his voice betraying his concern. "And yet, you make my son do your work for you as if you lack humanity? And where were you last night? I hope it not what am thinking".
The Emperor's eyes flashed, and the Prince knew he had overstepped his bounds. "Do not speak to me like that," the Emperor said, his voice low and dangerous. "You are still a child, and I am the Emperor. You will respect my authority."
The Prince hung his head, chastened. "No, Your Majesty," he said..
"What!!", in a lower voice, he added "how dare you tell your Father that odd word, you confronting me, ok!! I cursed you now, before you will witness your own grave, your son shall tell you more grievous word son"
"Wow wow wow!! Are you cursing me Abuchi" he replied, and added "am not here to exchange any word with you, but am telling you right now, you getting more older and I can't withstand you walking like a snail in the Palace, am almost in 60th years and you still alive, don't you wish me to become the Emperor" he replied his father.
"hahaha, you this nonentity in this palace, I have already forsaken you" "You 'forsake' me?" the prince said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You think you can dismiss me so easily, like I am nothing to you?" He paused, letting his words sink in. "Let me tell you something, my son. You may think you are very clever, but I am far wiser than you. And I will not let you or your family suffer. But if you continue to challenge me, you will only bring trouble upon yourself".
"no, behold, my family will not suffer but you know Dad, a word is enough for the wise" Beckham replied."
The Prince was shaken by his father's words.
As the Prince stormed out of the throne room, he heard his father's voice behind him. "Where do you think you are going?" the Emperor demanded. "You cannot simply walk away from me like this!" But the Prince did not stop, and he did not answer. He needed to get away from his father, to think about what had just happened.
When he reached his chambers, his wife rushed up to him, her eyes wide with concern. "What happened?" she asked, her voice shaking. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
The Prince took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.
"I hope you've learn the truth now dear" said his wife "dear, I don't know what has come over me, I didn't tell the right thing, I told him I want to become the Emperor that he's getting old" he replied, The Prince's wife stared at him in disbelief. "You told him what?" she asked, her voice trembling. "You told him that you wanted to be Emperor? Are you mad?" She shook her head in frustration. "He is not going to take kindly to that, and you know it. You have only made things worse for yourself."
The Prince hung his head, feeling ashamed. "I know," he said quietly. "I was just so angry, I didn't think.
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Exhausted, Devilee trudged into the Emperor's office, his feet heavy and his mind spinning. He took in the room's decor - the sturdy brown furniture, on the shelves behind the table, rows upon rows of books lined the wall. Each one was neatly arranged, its title clearly visible. the sweeping marble floors - but his eyes were drawn to the imposing marble monument in the corner. It was a statue of a mighty warrior, holding a sword aloft, ready to do battle. The warrior's eyes were fierce, and his expression was one of determination and strength.
As he looked at the statue, Devilee felt a strange sense of connection. Immediately his eyes turned black and then back to white. As he glance up
He noticed one story that stood out from the rest. It was a novel, its cover depicting Bellona written by author Oluwapelumi_20, Intrigued, Devilee reached for the book, his hands trembling with anticipation.
He looks happy and decided to stole it from the Emperor shelves, on about to do that, a small envelope fell out from between the pages. He froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he shouldn't take the envelope, but his curiosity was too strong, as he return the novel and placed it on the table behind him by changing the location.
He took it, but at the front of the brown symbolized Buffalo sign envelope was indicated that the recipient was prince henry, carefully, he opened it, and a piece of parchment slid out. He unfolded it, his eyes wide with shock at what he saw. It was a letter, written in a beautiful, flowing script.
"My dearest son, if you are reading this, it means that you have found my secret, "Samson has the power to lead this kingdom to greater glory, but he lacks the wisdom and maturity to do so. It is up to you to teach him, to show him the way. Only then can he become the ruler he is meant to be. And only then can this kingdom continue to thrive."
Devilee felt a rush of emotions - shock, disbelief, and a sense of betrayal. He couldn't get what was there at first place until when he read it in the second time. Devilee felt torn. On the one hand, he felt a deep sense of loyalty to his father and to the kingdom. But on the other hand, he could not deny the anger and resentment that he felt. Thought ran into his mind telling him "i must destroy this country with all force, he looks worried".
He quickly clean the last room of his task punishment and head to his father, "father!! Father!! Mother!! Please check this out" they quickly paced up to him, "this......
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