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Sons of the Flaming Throne 3 – Ch. 21 | KT OLLA

IT was a new dawn in Israel and a new beginning in the palace of the kingdom.

That quiet morning, a woman set out to change things pretty much. To change the order of things among the courtiers of the royal house...

For she sat up so early reorganizing the positions of duty of her female servants.

That morning, palace maids and retainers knelt before the old lady as the latter would call them out and question them on sundry matters. Then she’d assign most of them to new quarters.

This she was doing as her part in maintaining the security of the new king. It was a duty she’d suddenly saddled herself with.

Now that powerful one who demanded such a submissive bow was the first lady of all the women in Israel...

As she was the mother of the new king—and the king hadn’t got a spouse yet.

Yes, she was the Queen Bathsheba, now called the Queen Mother. She was the queen consort of yesterday.

Thus, Bathsheba woke up so early this day with the thought of protecting her son from within her place.

She wanted to lead him with instructions sent out from her chamber, while the grown son went on to lead the kingdom.

She wanted to feed him cake and cheese – like she used to when he was as tiny as her first grandchild should have been by now.

She wanted to lead him from her quarters, but didn’t know she’d be brought before the king that day.

So that morning, as the Queen Mother summoned her maids to be questioned, her small plan was suddenly interposed by a bigger one.

But it came with the arrival of an impossible guest. The man called a rival... her son’s rival.

The eunuch standing at the outside door announced the arrival of the Fourth One, the eldest of David’s sons.

So Bathsheba was quite shocked. Now she barely had things to do with the half-siblings of her children. So, if Adonijah was visiting her, then he must be fighting back for his place.

This was the trouble that hit the king’s mother.

Therefore when Bathsheba heard the announcer, she dismissed the maids and prepared for war.

She braced herself to do the battle of bending and bargaining till she won over a stone cold soul. Till she beat her son’s rival.

It was the days of bended knees, she said to herself.

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