Throughout the ride back to Get u, I had been pondering on the reason why the King ordered for me. Why did
the guards even call me Your Majesty? Worst of all, why was I riding the golden carriage with an entourage of
almost fifty guards?
As a child, I had learnt that the golden carriage was only ridden strictly by the royal family. Could I be the King’s
illegitimate daughter? No! My mother would never have an affair behind my father’s back.
Speaking of which, my mother had been silently boring holes into my skin with her eyes. I knew what this meant.
She probably thought I had committed another crime and I’m surely getting the talk of a lifetime after this.
When we arrived at the palace, the whole place was busy. Was there a feast of some sought?
The guards led me through a flight of stairs, through three hallways and we stopped at a large double door.
There were guards on alert at the door.
The head guard, the one that had brought me the gold, knocked the door and pushed it open.
The air left my lungs as I came face-to-face with King Nalan of Getura Kingdom. The place i guessed to be the
throne room was packed full with the nobles of the land.
Everyone’s head spined in my direction. Even the King was gawking at me. I suddenly felt embarrassed. There was
pin drop silence.
“Are you sure we’re in the right place?” I whispered to one of the guards who said nothing, only nodded.
So much for asking someone who was trained to be strictly on duty, no chatting.
“Your Majesty, I present to you Alani of Getura Kingdom. I mean Lady Alani…..Queen…..” The head guard
stuttered but the King cut him off with a raise of his hands.
Thank heavens! The guard was just blabbering rubbish. I was totally lost in my thoughts that I forgot to bow to
“So Alani, I need you to help me do something. I’m just curious to know something. I’ve been made to
understand that you sold this key to Lady Rael here”. He said and brought out the diamond-studded gold key
from his tunic.
That was when I noticed Lady Rael throwing daggers at me from one end of the throne room. When did I adopt
the attitude of putting myself into trouble?
“Yes Your Majesty”. I replied.
“Would you love to tell me how you got it?” He asked again.
What was so interesting about this key that even the King was curious about it?
“It was a gift Your Majesty”. I finally replied.
“I see!” Was his only reply.
“Bring the chest!” He ordered. A guard scrambled forward with the prettiest chest I have ever seen.
It was made of pure gold and gems lined every border, just like the key. I gasped in shock. This was the chest
whose key I held for nine years. Inside it was a crown, a blue crown. A Queen’s crown. It was magnificent.
“Like I said before Alani, I’m just curious. So would you mind removing that crown from the chest for me?” He
said and I gulped.
Why would he want me to do it? I’m nothing but a commoner. Why does he want a commoner to touch the
“But Your Majesty…….” I made to object.
“No buts!” He declared.
I obediently walked up to the chest and put my hands inside. I brought out the crown and gasps filled the air.
“Long live the Queen”. I heard a noble mutter.
What’s with them and this Queen issue? I turned to look at the King. He was already on his feet.