Knighted Again – Ch.12 | KT OLLA

SAND and Muse were led to the stately court of the King Maqwela I. Yet the duo never had to sit and wait as the monarch himself was waiting.

In the meantime, their manager was hosted in a waiting hall within the palace...

It was a place with a lovely view as it looked over the sea.

Now as soon as his guests arrived, Maqwela dismissed his attendants – everyone, including his security men.

Then he led the kids to a secret door within the palace.

It was a false wall of concrete. One that formed part of a whole colour gradient that flowed across the place.

The door was an automated one designed to sound like concrete in proportion to an applied force.

And it only opened when Maqwela placed a thumb against a dot of infrared.

Now behind the door was a fine-looking indoor lawn that anyone would wonder why it needed top security.

The roof was made of glass that sent in sun and moon lights. Then it’d turn a blind when a sensor over it detected roaming.

Or else, a valid pass into the place would do the same thing. It’d turn the see-through roof to a blind sheet – as it was now that Maqwela entered.

Vickie and Nile followed the monarch in.

They went in to see a big cultivated lawn, irrigated by a system that dripped some storage of water, hanging from the roof, to the green.

Also the teenagers saw that they were in the middle of what must be a huge complex of buildings – as the place was a tall piece of structure.

But that hidden place was the gateway to Maqwela’s tears...

So he built it into the backside of a dance hall where he’d sometimes unwind.

It was the home of his sad story.

Now the king sat on a concrete seat he built round a tree and requested his guests to sit with him.

Nile and Vickie sat beside their host, as they’d begun to figure out that it was the king who needed them.

They knew he must be in a situation where power and money fail. So they weren’t scared because it was their ground – for they knew the help in time of need.

Now their host went first.

‘I should thank you for honouring my invite.’

He joked. ‘Even though it is the King’s summon – if you didn’t answer, will I kill myself?

‘And I mean that, really!’ he added.

The kids didn’t laugh at their king’s lame joke. For the man was only trying so hard to be strong.

So he leaned forward and clamped his hands, then he picked up a candid tone.

‘Quite frankly, you cannot know what you coming today means! Thank you, my friends.’

The youngsters were touched.

‘Ah the pleasure’s ours, Your Majesty! It’s really an honour.’ It was Nile who spoke for them.

Maqwela leaned back and looked about a moment.

Then he said, ‘I call this place my orchard. And nobody enters here unless I bring them.

‘Well, I guess you know your monarch trained as an architect. So I happen to design this place.

‘But that’s not the issue here. And I didn’t bring you here to flaunt my stuff.

‘Even still, I need to let you know about this place. ’Cause it’s about here everything I’ll tell you now will be.’

He paused to gaze at the furthest ends of the place.

The kids followed his eyes and saw nothing there, except walls. Or maybe a disguised gate.

The monarch heaved a sigh then picked up again.

‘Now I guess the security never bothered to check you for bug or seize your phones.

‘Well, that’s because this is dead zone. No tech device can work here except what I use. So we are safe here, you see.

Nile hid a small smile forming on his lips.

It was the way the king was with words that made him laugh, as it reminded him of Vickie’s style.

“So we are safe here.” Is this some threat right now?

Who says, “Make yourself comfortable,” and means “Get your acts together”—when they’re not Vickie… one crush I can’t read still?!

Nile and Vickie were young, so they weren’t scared by their host playing strong.

For when the boy turned to hide a smile, he saw his girl wear a stern.

Now they weren’t scared by adult ways – like threats when men need help.

So they didn’t follow the dilly-dallying. They said they’d done nothing wrong.