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Sons of the Flaming Throne 3 – Ch. 23 | KT OLLA

KING Solomon jumped to his feet at once.

He closed his eyes for a long moment as if he was sinking in something. And in the next moment he was back seated on the throne.

For a flame of rage burned so hot in his belly.

That morning the queen mother had paid the king a visit and the latter had received her with all the delight.

He’d got another throne set up beside him to honour his mother. He’d made Bathsheba sit on the royal throne beside him.

Yet if only the king’s mother had caught a glimpse of the bounds of her role, she wouldn’t have dared to go.

But it was too late then. For it’d finally spilled and Solomon wasn’t quiet.

In that instant when she blabbered about things too embarrassing to say, she heard her words return in an echo and saw the glares of silent faces...

She saw fireballs in her son’s gaze.

In one fraction of a tiny moment, everything the woman had built up in sky came crashing down in ice stones and water.

And before she knew it, she met a different side of Solomon... the king she never knew.

The monarch rose up like the sea waves rising high, and the next moment he collapsed with the smashing hit a tide laps back on water.

He was water, so he knew just how far to embrace the filth, before he’d turned round and pour them back to shore.

He spoke gently, wanting a reason.

‘What are you saying, Mother? Was it Adonijah my father declared as King? Was it he King David anointed once and again?

‘Then why are you speaking as though there is a matter of compensation here? Or would you say that I stole the throne of David?

‘Oh answer me, Mother! For I must know what you say of me!’

Still those question seemed to fall on deaf ears, as Bathsheba turned the other way and kept mute.

Now Solomon couldn’t help but stare and say nothing. He was rather taken aback by this new side of hers.

Is this really Mother, or someone changing her?

What has happened to her support and love for what I own? Why has she become a stranger like the rival my brother is?

Solomon gazed at his mother as if to find answers in those questions.

Bathsheba turned to look at him, but as soon as their eyes met she yanked her gaze back the other way. She didn’t know he was looking so close.

She tried to fill the silence with something.

‘Just give this man whatever he wants! It’s only a common girl, a Shunammite for that matter! D’ you also like her?’

At this she glanced back to see his eyes, and she was forceful with the stare in her gaze.

Solomon shook his head and looked elsewhere. He said nothing, but he’d got thoughts going.

Oh I see! This isn’t about Adonijah or whatever excuse she came here with! How can’t I see that?

This isn’t about who my half-brother takes as wife, or whether or not he has his wish granted.

It is about Abisha... that favoured, beautiful lass. It’s all about her and everything she means to me!

Mother is afraid of this!

That instant when the king saw through his mother’s insecurities, he waved the thing and turned a blind eye.

He moved instead to punish his rival. Still, in the presence of the woman.

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