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Knighted Again – Ch.35 | KT OLLA

GLITTERS dazzled like gold dust on the coastline ground of the Cape Island Royal Palace.

It was a constellation of the leading powers in the island nation. The prime minister, the parliament, and the cabinet.

But those statesmen weren’t the only twinkles that lit up that night. The populace of the flourishing state was represented also.

It was a royal banquet hosted by the King Maqwela I. It was a party thrown to people of all walks.

A full year had passed since the leader of Cape Island overcame his ill health. His symptoms hadn’t returned ever since. His brother also was well.

It was a fresh start for the 41-year-old ruler as he looked with gratefulness to set the future aright. So he called the people for this purpose.

Now Maqwela had reigned 19 years without an heir with his wife. He was childless but it didn’t bother him at all.

He’d become very careful of repeating his father’s error. He wouldn’t take his paths of desperation.

So the monarch had been leading the nation those years with the hope that he’d name a distant relative as successor.

And then life came back reborn as hope. For his brother birthed a prince.

Prince Zadeque and his wife the new Princess Yalowe were the celebrated couple of the royal house.

Their son who was named after his father was the heir to take after Maqwela.

The baby prince was adopted by the reigning king. He’d be raised as the future king by his birth parents, the Zadeques.

Now Maqwela gathered the whole nation to unveil the Crown Prince and to honour great names.

So then the guest poured in from twilight till night. They came from every corner of the kingdom.

Then for those who couldn’t grace the event, there was a live transmission on all TV channels as it was a national affair.

Now as the ceremony begun, the lights went off and everyone went still.

And then a dim light came on. It glowed like the moon on stage.

All eyes turned to stage. It was a big wide platform with full lightings in place.

Then there was music performance. It was an orchestra that went first.

The band went with a gentle symphony on violins, as a low flute played the sound of an oriental dirge.

The music dropped in pace on a second movement while a cello joined and deepened the sound.

Then the flute waned just while a clarinet picked.

Now the violins went softer as the clarinet led a piece that rang like the notes of Silent Night sonata...

For it played a serenade for the Star born in the manger.

And then again, the tempos dropped as the clarinet dragged the sound that brought things to a stop.

Just then, the title line appeared on the screens…

For the Bright and Morning Star.

Now the audience knew that Sand and Muse was there. They’d just returned from one-year naval service.

They were done with their marine year. And it was their first appearance post-service.

Suddenly the full lights came on stage. So it revealed Nile climbing down the conductor stand and Vickie passing on her clarinet and flute.

The young duo matched forwards right after.

They stood before their audience, joined hands then bowed and curtseyed. Then they matched to their places to begin.

Nile returned to conduct the band while Vickie manned the piano.

For this was them, their new story to tell.

The duo went from piece to piece, weaving a live symphony for a message that knighted pawns in their nights.

Their story reached to hearts, touched the core parts and mended souls.

It told people of the Shining Light. The Morning Star that ends all night.

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