THE MAID THE KING WANTED
EPISODE 5
Written by: © Gambo Elvis
The prince truly thought it was only an effigy of me, but Wantoh knew very well that I was the one who had been transformed into that lifeless sculpture. The reason it looked exactly like me was not a coincidence. It was no mistake at all.
“As if she is flesh and still breaths,” she said angrily, “she is just a clay sculpture. I applaud the skill of the man who crafted her into an effigy, but I don’t appreciate the fact that my prince, the one after my heart, loves and adores a statue as if it were human.”
The prince sighed deeply and replied, “I still love her, and this is the only memory of her I have left. It is precious to my heart until the day I find someone like her again.”
She scoffed. “Are you telling me that you will never get married or love another woman because of this clay structure?”
“I don’t know,” the prince answered honestly.
She walked closer to him and gently held his hands. “My prince, look into my eyes,” she said softly, then added, “Touch my heart.”
He gazed into her eyes as she lifted his hands to her chest and asked, “What do you feel?”
“Just a heart beating,” he replied.
“And what do you see through my eyes?”
“Nothing… maybe fear,” the prince said quietly.
He could not see the fire of love blazing through her eyes. All he felt was her heart beating faster beneath his palm.
“It is afraid to lose you,” she said. “I am lonely. My heart trembles.”
“But I am here with you,” the prince replied gently.
She asked again, “How do you feel knowing that you can never see her again?”
“My heart is broken,” he said. “I am in pain.”
“The same way I feel, my prince,” she responded. “You cannot keep longing for a figurine while I am here with you in flesh and ready to explore the world with you.”
She stepped closer, too close, and kissed him. She took advantage of his loneliness, his weakness in that moment, and pressed her lips against his.
I was furious. My soul was right there, watching everything. Immediately, the prince’s eyes drifted toward my effigy, and it felt as though I was still alive right before him.
He pulled away and stopped her. “I cannot do this while she is still here,” he said.
“Who is here, my prince?” she asked, confused.
“Her,” he said, pointing at my statue.
That single gesture broke her completely. The pain was too much for her to bear. She stormed out of the chamber in anger, her footsteps heavy with jealousy and rage.
I followed her as she left. She went straight to her room, muttering angrily to herself.
“Just when I thought I had him,” she hissed, “that useless statue ruined everything. I have to do something to make sure she never returns or transforms back. I must find out from the wizard, and I must do it cunningly. I need to know if Shiyla’s effigy can ever come back to life—and if it can, how to stop it from happening.”
The next morning, since my soul could move anywhere in the blink of an eye, I followed her to the magician’s shrine. She went there with a deceptive smile, hiding her true intentions, ready to gather information that could destroy me forever.
“What brings you here?” the wizard asked as she approached.
“I am here to seek answers,” she replied respectfully.
“Yes, young woman, speak,” the wizard said.
“The prince keeps a clay statue in his chamber,” she explained. “He believes that one day the effigy of the missing maid might return to life.”
The wizard paused before replying. “You might not understand this, but her presence in his heart is real. That effigy still reminds him of her. The feeling is strong because her soul is still strong. She may be gone physically, but her spirit is still here.”
She clenched her fists. “How can I stop the feeling he has for her, even if it is just a sculpture?”
“If you steal the effigy and destroy it,” the wizard said slowly, “her soul will be forced to depart from this world to the Afterlife. Her presence will fade from his heart completely.”
At that moment, I knew my soul was in great danger. Fear gripped me deeply, and I wished with all my heart that the prince would protect me before it was too late.
Like I was saying yesterday. I will keep bringing on my stories but at a certain point you would be able to find the full story even before I even send half of the story here. It’s time for us to do it differently…
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TBC…
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