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Sons of the Flaming Throne 2 – Ch. 14 | KT OLLA

BENAIAH along with his travel company arrived the city square, where the prince’s parade had already taken centre stage.

Their regal convoy, which had been hastening towards the palace, slowed down all of a sudden – as the returning nobles were too curious to see the show.

It was Benaiah’s wagon which first dragged on its wheels, as the man was suddenly surprised to see the Fourth Prince parade himself.

It had been ages since his nation witnessed a scene like this.  When Prince Absalom had strutted a convoy through the lengths of town.

But that ride… that ride of the Third Prince had ended in woe, he mused. So he was pretty sure no sane person would want to follow that path again.

The man, therefore, was caught by surprise when he saw the Third Son in the Fourth Prince. So he had to doubt that this was the very case.

Benaiah’s wagon slowed down; and the queen’s carriage followed, too. Then the pilot horsemen cantering ahead observed this and applied their bridles.

Everyone saw Adonijah’s honour. The fleet of brazen chariots he prepared for himself. The shouts of his name on people’s lips…

Even the gleams of grace and grandeur all around him. Everyone in that party took a long moment to gaze, and marvel.

Even still, the travellers there weren’t the only ones to stare. Adonijah himself couldn’t hide the gaze when he saw their parade. When he saw it advance with the ride of the king’s procession.

So he wondered what it meant, riding to him with the king’s convoy. He wondered what this was.

Just about then, the man observed that it was not the king who moved in that convoy. He recalled also that his father was too ill to travel.

 But then he saw that the king’s people sitting in those wagons were looking out to him. That their gazes were pregnant with untold marvels.

So that instant, Adonijah forgot all his worries and fear. He forgot the thoughts about his praise-singers and how far they could go for him.

He forgot that concern that a rightful heir might appear, and then step on him to rise. He forgot those things in an instant; for he caught old Benaiah staring at him.

Now he thought to do more to make a statement.

But that more was one more thing too many.

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