Ezinne watched him closely, the question burning in her mind. She desperately wanted to ask about the Goddess's blessing, what he had seen, what visions had been seared into his mind but she bit her tongue. Despite her closeness to the royal siblings, there were still boundaries of blood and crown she dared not cross.
She glanced at the Princess, grateful that Nwadimma's concern would likely lead where her own curiosity could not.
"What did you see, Brother?" the Princess asked.
The question acted like a sudden breach in a dam. Nwadiebube's brow furrowed deeply, his hand flying to his temple as if to physically hold back the surge of memories. A sharp, stinging pain flared behind his eyes, but Nwadimma did not rush him. She stood as a silent pillar, giving him the space to stitch his thoughts back together.
Slowly, he began to recount the visions, the blurred passage of a week that felt like a lifetime and finally, his encounter with Osita.
