Five black luxury cars drove in a convoy along a smooth, tarred road, producing a humming sound as they moved. These were the vehicles of security officials escorting Prince Sauban to ensure his safety.
They arrived at a magnificent royal mansion, beautifully decorated in a majestic style. Anyone who set eyes on the structure would know it belonged to royalty from its design and from the palace guards stationed at the gate. Each guard wore a blue uniform with a hint of red on it. This was the residence of the just and noble King, a ruler of great power and dignity.
About twenty palace guards stood at the gate, each assigned to different security duties. As they heard the sound of the approaching convoy, they all stood up at once, trembling slightly in respect. They opened the gate with cheerful smiles and waved happily as the cars entered. Once the vehicles had completely passed through, they closed the gate and followed behind, chanting praises in honor of Prince Sauban.
The sounds of drums and trumpets filled the entire palace, announcing joyfully to every living soul in the royal household that Prince Sauban had returned to his motherland.
The Chief of the Palace hurried to the throne room and knelt before the King, His Majesty Abdullah, delivering the glad news that the prince had arrived safely. The King smiled, nodding repeatedly, visibly filled with joy that his beloved son had returned home in good health.
The palace officials spoke to the Chief, saying, “The King is pleased with your good news. Your reward, a special one, awaits you from the Just King.” The Chief bowed again in gratitude, praying for long life and good health for the King, before rushing off to inform the Queen of the prince’s return.
Outside, security aides surrounded the car carrying the prince for about five minutes before opening the door for him. Out of caution, and as part of his usual security routine, he never stepped out of a car immediately after parking.
One elegant foot stepped out first, covered in a fine, expensive royal shoe. Anyone who saw the graceful movement would know he was royalty to the core. After another two minutes, he finally emerged from the car. Subhanallah! He was tall, fair-skinned, well-built, with a handsome face framed by a well-groomed beard and mustache. His nose was straight, his eyes beautiful, and his lips small. A smile rested on his face, delighted to set foot again in his homeland—Nigeria.
This was Sauban, the son of King Abdullah.
Drums and flutes intensified as they showered him with praises and welcomed him home. The courtyard filled with maids, slaves, and palace officials, all bowing in respect. Prince Sauban responded with a gentle smile and a raised hand. He never disrespected those beneath him in rank and valued every human being, so they loved him greatly and honored him like a ruling king.
They accompanied him to his private quarters.
The Queen’s Jealous Wrath and the Prince’s Return to His Chambers
The queen sat in her royal seat, brought with her from her father’s palace, when one of her maids rushed in, knelt, and delivered joyful news:
“Long live Your Highness. Your great and noble husband, your priceless jewel, has returned from England. The music and celebrations you hear are all for him.”
Instead of smiling, the young queen—no more than 25—shouted angrily at the maid:
“Silence! How dare you mention my husband’s beauty before me? This means whenever you see him, you look at him with desire! Did I not warn you all never to look at him or even glance at his clothes?”
She pointed toward a distant piece of land behind her quarters—a place overgrown and crawling with harmful insects.
“You will sleep there for one whole week without food or water. If I find even a single leaf on the ground that you have not picked, you will regret your existence.”
The terrified maid begged for forgiveness as tears streamed down her face, knowing she was being sent to a place where she might not survive.
Meanwhile, Prince Sauban reached his chamber and signaled his attendants to leave. They bowed and praised him before departing. The prince entered his bathroom—kept clean and organized by his loyal servants—and lay on his luxurious bed, whispering Alhamdulillah as he reflected on his past and the life he lived before traveling to England.
He stepped into the shower, bathed, and later walked out with a towel around his waist, drying his hair. Suddenly, the door opened without a knock.
The familiar scent told him who it was.
His heart grew heavy with irritation. It was Saudat. She still had not changed. He had even forgotten she existed in his life because of how much he despised such behavior. Yet he continued what he was doing, pretending not to notice she had entered.
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The Prince’s Arrival at the Royal Palace
Five black luxury cars drove in a convoy along a smooth, tarred road, producing a humming sound as they moved. These were the vehicles of security officials escorting Prince Sauban to ensure his safety.
They arrived at a magnificent royal mansion, beautifully decorated in a majestic style. Anyone who set eyes on the structure would know it belonged to royalty from its design and from the palace guards stationed at the gate. Each guard wore a blue uniform with a hint of red on it. This was the residence of the just and noble King, a ruler of great power and dignity.
About twenty palace guards stood at the gate, each assigned to different security duties. As they heard the sound of the approaching convoy, they all stood up at once, trembling slightly in respect. They opened the gate with cheerful smiles and waved happily as the cars entered. Once the vehicles had completely passed through, they closed the gate and followed behind, chanting praises in honor of Prince Sauban.
The sounds of drums and trumpets filled the entire palace, announcing joyfully to every living soul in the royal household that Prince Sauban had returned to his motherland.
The Chief of the Palace hurried to the throne room and knelt before the King, His Majesty Abdullah, delivering the glad news that the prince had arrived safely. The King smiled, nodding repeatedly, visibly filled with joy that his beloved son had returned home in good health.
The palace officials spoke to the Chief, saying, “The King is pleased with your good news. Your reward, a special one, awaits you from the Just King.” The Chief bowed again in gratitude, praying for long life and good health for the King, before rushing off to inform the Queen of the prince’s return.
Outside, security aides surrounded the car carrying the prince for about five minutes before opening the door for him. Out of caution, and as part of his usual security routine, he never stepped out of a car immediately after parking.
One elegant foot stepped out first, covered in a fine, expensive royal shoe. Anyone who saw the graceful movement would know he was royalty to the core. After another two minutes, he finally emerged from the car. Subhanallah! He was tall, fair-skinned, well-built, with a handsome face framed by a well-groomed beard and mustache. His nose was straight, his eyes beautiful, and his lips small. A smile rested on his face, delighted to set foot again in his homeland—Nigeria.
This was Sauban, the son of King Abdullah.
Drums and flutes intensified as they showered him with praises and welcomed him home. The courtyard filled with maids, slaves, and palace officials, all bowing in respect. Prince Sauban responded with a gentle smile and a raised hand. He never disrespected those beneath him in rank and valued every human being, so they loved him greatly and honored him like a ruling king.
They accompanied him to his private quarters.
The Queen’s Jealous Wrath and the Prince’s Return to His Chambers
The queen sat in her royal seat, brought with her from her father’s palace, when one of her maids rushed in, knelt, and delivered joyful news:
“Long live Your Highness. Your great and noble husband, your priceless jewel, has returned from England. The music and celebrations you hear are all for him.”
Instead of smiling, the young queen—no more than 25—shouted angrily at the maid:
“Silence! How dare you mention my husband’s beauty before me? This means whenever you see him, you look at him with desire! Did I not warn you all never to look at him or even glance at his clothes?”
She pointed toward a distant piece of land behind her quarters—a place overgrown and crawling with harmful insects.
“You will sleep there for one whole week without food or water. If I find even a single leaf on the ground that you have not picked, you will regret your existence.”
The terrified maid begged for forgiveness as tears streamed down her face, knowing she was being sent to a place where she might not survive.
Meanwhile, Prince Sauban reached his chamber and signaled his attendants to leave. They bowed and praised him before departing. The prince entered his bathroom—kept clean and organized by his loyal servants—and lay on his luxurious bed, whispering Alhamdulillah as he reflected on his past and the life he lived before traveling to England.
He stepped into the shower, bathed, and later walked out with a towel around his waist, drying his hair. Suddenly, the door opened without a knock.
The familiar scent told him who it was.
His heart grew heavy with irritation. It was Saudat. She still had not changed. He had even forgotten she existed in his life because of how much he despised such behavior. Yet he continued what he was doing, pretending not to notice she had entered.