Four Times Rejected, Destined for The Throne
There was also a plot where the villagers grew their own vegetables, rows of green beans, cassava, and chili peppers.
Behind the main cluster of homes were stalls for cattle, chickens, ducks, and turkeys. The animals were well-fed, their enclosures clean. It was a self-sustaining community, untouched by the chaos of the outside world.
“Look, there is my private house,” Farah pointed out after some time. “And there is the office of my father. It’s time for you to meet him for a courtesy talk.”
I nodded, my jaw tight.
Courtesy talk or not, I needed answers. And if her father held any influence, I would use it. Anna was out there, probably wounded, alone. I couldn’t afford another delay.
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