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Sons of the Flaming Throne 3 – Ch. 7 | KT OLLA

A YOUNG pretty lass garbed in a flowing dress came running through the lanes of the palace complex, the edge of her dress gathered up in her hand as she sped.

The girl was barefooted, but beautiful. She was stunning in appearance, yet was running.

She was the sort that’d cause quite a stir in the streets, as heads turned to see her pass.

But she was a nameless one in Israel. A slave.

Porah the Egyptian, as she was often called, flew with a windy flight towards the court of the Seventh Prince within the palace.

This was the first time that the young maiden would be privileged to step around there. The first time, in fact, that she’d be honoured to see the prince up close.

So Porah got herself donned in her best apparel, broke her ointment jar she’d kept for a day to remember, and perfumed herself with the scent of a Nubian princess.

Now she hastened towards the chosen prince of David. Towards that great heir called Solomon.

It was the same hour of morning when Nathan had gone visiting the queen consort. Yet the two had just rounded up their talk, so they were then on to the king’s court.

That morning, Prince Solomon got a great knock on his door, an urgent one that roused him to work.

And when he came up to receive the guest, he was hit and surprised at what he saw. Then the guest was struck with darts at whom she found.

There on both sides of the divide stood two parties. There between outdoor and indoor stood beauties that wouldn’t meet.

The doors opened, and the Egyptian’s eyes popped and blinked and glared. She’d never seen a man so stunning that he was blinding.

She just gasped under her breath, ‘Ah, take me in!’

Well, Solomon said something, too. Yes, the man heard those words in whispers which were too tempting to unhear. 

He saw a girl so bare and beautiful that her raised brows and bare legs invited him.

He saw a girl that had just run to him, and still she was stunning.

However when Solomon heard the words of her fancy, he feared so much that he might grant those fancies.

So he trembled and prayed, ‘Help me, God!’

Right after, the young prince spoke up. It was with a matter-of-fact tone of voice.

‘Who do you seek, young woman? Or what is your business here?’

It was with intention that he avoided to ask her, ‘What can I do for you?’

Porah was quite knocked back to reality, for she wouldn’t be standing there if the queen hadn’t sent her.

So she cleared herself at once. ‘I am here with urgent news from the queen, Your Highness. The queen consort sent me to tell you this—’

The prince stopped her. ‘Wait a moment, is my mother all right? Is she safe and well?’

‘Yes, Your Highness; Her Majesty is well as of now. And may the Lord your God keep her safe!’

Solomon looked at the lass and liked the wit in her manner of speech. Her words were graceful and mature, and carefully sorted. So they put his mind at rest.

But still the young man had a concern; the cautious one faced the pressing thing:

The queen has never sent her maidservants to me before...

Then if she’s sending someone to me now—and so early at dawn for that matter, it means there’s a situation, a big one at that!

So the prince asked aloud, ‘If the queen is well right now, then what is the problem? Tell me; I’m listening!’

Now he braced himself to take the news.

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