“Are they gone?” a voice that sounded like that of queen Jesam whispered from the recess of the room.
Wofai mirrored an act that her brother had done a few minutes earlier, she looked left and right, before nodding to her cohorts and sighing in relief.
“You could have exposed us?” Affy accused her husband though she tried to contain her mirth.
“He was touching her inappropriately,” Asuquo griped self righteously as they filtered from the room into the corridor.
“But they are getting married,” Jesam reasonably pointed out.
“And that ‘he’ is my able son whose name is Onen,” Liman said and puffed up with pride; he just enjoyed seeing his friend worked up.
“She’s my daughter for Christ’s sake,” he muttered, not liking the feeling of actually over hearing his daughter’s passion in a man’s arms, she was still his little girl.
“And I wasn’t someone’s daughter?” Affy rounded on him. The monarchs had possibly forgotten that they had an audience in Ekong and Wofai who stood aside and watched with mixed feelings. They didn’t know whether to laugh or be worried that the monarchs might break into a royal fight.
“Tell him, Affy,” Liman prodded with a sheepish grin on his face totally enjoying his friend’s discomfort, after all his own kid was the guy, nothing to worry about there.
Asuquo rounded on him with narrowed eyes, “Hmm, I thought to spare you but I’m going to enjoy recounting how your daughter was seduced and possibly ravished at my palace. This will be our only conversation tomorrow and probably the rest of our stay here, be prepared,” he threatened and was satisfied to see the smile wiped from Liman’s face.
“She was not; my daughter is an innocent,” Liman protested hotly, causing his wife to roll her eyes in exasperation.
“Really, you guys…” Jesam began and was interrupted.
“And mine isn’t?” Asuquo challenged.
Affy jumped in, “Darling, I recalled I was an innocent when you seduced me beside that river and…
“Don’t complete that sentence,” Asuquo said tersely, his eyes looking shifty, there was no need to air slightly stained linens.
“Unless you guys begin behaving like adults…”
“You will not speak about my daughter, she’s an innocent…”
“And you haven’t told me if mine isn’t…”
“Liman, I’m seriously considering exposing that you weren’t so honorable with me before we…”
“Don’t complete that sentence woman…” Liman barked and even went as far as wanting to cover her mouth with his hand.
“Both of you are supposed to be kings; right now I’ve been thrown back more than thirty years…”
“He needs to agree that my daughter is an innocent…”
“And you have to answer if mine is not…”
“You first!” Liman challenged, his wife barely holding him back from facing off with his friend, whose wife was also holding off; they women managed to do this while struggling to stay erect in their ball gowns and high heeled shoes.
“Why? Because you’re king and I’m not?” Asuquo goaded sarcastically.
The back and forth shouting continued and the audience’s feelings weren’t mixed any longer, their faces portrayed utter shock at what they were seeing.
Ekong bent slightly so that he could speak into Wofai’s ears as she stood rooted to the spot speechlessly.
“You still think it’s a good idea to tell them that you’re pregnant?”
Wofai, still looking shocked with her mouth slightly open, shook her head from side to side slowly, “No, we’ll take that secret to our graves.”
“I guess we’re expecting a premature baby then,” Ekong murmured humorously in a sensuous voice.
The tone was designed to get his fiancée all hot and bothered and ready to be passionately kissed. And it did, Wofai felt the undeniable thrill that made her whole body shiver and she flashed him a look filled with obvious desire and the next step would have been melding of their mouths and tongues; their faces were almost getting close together…
“Babe, this is a bad idea,” Ekong choked out in suffering because he wanted nothing more than to take his love into his arms and ravish her, but then his eyes swept back to the still bickering monarchs.
Wofai nodded and swallowed her base urges which included tearing off her fiancé’s shirt, “We should return to the party,” she whispered and they crept away as silently as they could, leaving the monarchs behind.
Silence reigned again in the corridor.
“They are gone,” Affy announced and hugged her husband, her face turning up to receive his kiss.
“I thought they’d never leave,” Liman groaned and swept his grinning wife into his arms, he kissed the side of her mouth before pushing her into his study, where his son had just been.
Asuquo chuckled and returned his wife to the room they’d been hiding to avoid exposure to his daughter and her fiancé. It was obvious what was to occur behind those closed doors.
From the mini sitting room, the walls hid the presence of Nkoyo and Onen from the corridor; they had returned to investigate the very suspicious thump on the study door, especially after they’d not found any of their relatives at the party outside. And what they’d happened upon was more shocking than their parents over-hearing all they possibly naughty things they’d said.
They exchanged shocked glances at what they’d just experienced, Onen more scandalized than Nkoyo who held a small smile.
“They are kings for crying out loud,” he whispered heatedly, having never seen his father and mother act that way before and having to see an extra monarch, Nkoyo’s parents, do so too.
“Are you saying we’ll stop having fun when you become king?” she asked coyly, giving Onen food for thought.
“You’re right, they deserve to have fun,” he conceded and received a kiss for his perspicacity.
“Good,” she said and dragged him from their hiding place, “We should return to the party and make excuses for their absence if necessary.”
“Something about urgent kingdom matters?” he offered with a mischievous grin and caught her hand in his as they walked out.
“Exactly,” she returned the grin; both their eyes mirroring their love.
“Jeez, what an engagement party,” he muttered with a chuckle.
“Ours better be more interesting than this,” Nkoyo commented and they joined the throng of revelers as though they’d never left.
Despite the very capital letters depicting the end of this tale, I still get to tell you, “the end folks”. Ahhhh, that was a good one, the sigh I mean and of course the tale as well, I’m sure you think so too.
Whatever sha…and in other unconnected matters, Affy was pregnant. It was a shock that it was happening many years after Nkoyo, but the way they’d been going at it like rabbits, I knew something like this was liable to occur.
And, I also knew because I spoke with the Efik goddess of fertility the other day and she muttered that Efik kingdom needed a prince to take over in the future after all. I did not understand why she was muttering, as if I was some lesser spirit that was bothering her.
Not withstanding that I might have worried her over several weeks for this information, she should still be polite…don’t tell her I said that. If not, I’d lose a competent source of information and I’d not be able to add more flavor to my tales…you know you just won’t get it better anyway else.
So, the tale is over and I’m off to seduce my dear handsome Trouble and make him mine for a time; that’s if I don’t get side tracked by another intriguing tale on the way…who knows, I might even decide to investigate about the history of that ring on Nkoyo’s finger, I feel in my spirit bones a tale that might rival this one, but until then…
Yours Authentic Tale-Bearer,