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Sons of the Flaming Throne 2 – Ch. 17 | KT OLLA

THAT night, Adonijah returned home from parading the streets of Jerusalem.

He returned quite tired; but still a tiny joy kept him up. And it was the face of the girl he saw. It was the thought of Abisha.

All day long, he’d held on to that picture in his head. It was beautiful and refreshing. And he’d wondered who that girl could be.

But the forty-something hadn’t stayed still. He hadn’t just watched the damsel leave when he sighted her earlier that day.

Instead, Adonijah had ordered one of his horsemen to follow her trail and find out everything about the caravan girl.

And he’d waited all day long for news about that beauty.

Now as he reclined for the day, he got a call at his gate. And it was his messenger back with reports about her, the beautiful angel that caught his master’s eyes.

‘What took you so long?’ asked the prince, as he let the servant inside.

‘Master, I couldn’t stop on the trail till now! The more I followed, sire, the more I learned there was more to her! So I couldn’t return with half the news, my lord!’

Adonijah was surprised. ‘What? What d’ you mean there’s more to her? What did you see?’

The man gasped, starting to talk. ‘Her name is Abisha, a girl from Shunem…’

‘So? What about it?’

‘That is not the case, my lord. But she is so beautiful, and is said to be a virgin, sire.’

Adonijah was flustered. ‘Oh my, I knew it! I saw it in her beautiful eyes! C’mon, Adonijah; you’re so selective! Come on!!’

‘But that’s not the case!’ retorted the servant.

‘Then what is?’ The prince was shouting then.

The servant lowered himself and knelt. So his master looked down with fretful eyes.

The soldier spoke. ‘She is for the King, my lord. She is a woman the nobles have gone to bring to warm the King.

‘She is your father’s, His Majesty’s youngest wife! Her name is Abisha, my lord!’

With that spoken, the man bowed his head.

Adonijah stood there, weak and limp. And he became so drained and exhausted altogether.

He stood there for quite a moment and just stared.

Then he whimpered, ‘Leave me for now.’

The man looked up and said nothing. He raised himself up and left without a word.

The prince picked himself and staggered down to his bedchamber. Then he slumped down on it and sat heavily.

He stared and mumbled. ‘Then I have to be King and make her mine. I have to dispose my father and win his bride.

‘I have to do all I can to wed Abisha! I have to be King!’

That said, he fell on the bed like a big log and slept. Within moments he was fast gone to a sweeter world of dreams.

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