My Husband Brings Our 17-Year-Old Son Into Our Bed at Midnight, What They Do Next…
"Come inside, stop shaking," King Ebuka whispered to our 17-year-old son, Prince Ikenna, as he dragged the boy into our royal chamber at exactly 12 midnight.
I was lying on the bed, pretending to be asleep, but my heart was pounding against my chest like a war drum.
I had noticed for the past three weeks that my husband, the King of Umu-Oda, had been acting strangely.
He had stopped eating my food. He had stopped touching me.
And worst of all, he had started locking himself in the Prince's hut every evening.
But tonight was different. Tonight, he brought the boy into our bedroom.
I kept my eyes closed, leaving only a tiny slit open to watch.
The room was dark, lit only by the weak light of a lantern.
I saw my son, Ikenna. He looked... wrong.
His eyes were wide open but empty, like a fish that had been dried in the sun.
He was drooling. He walked stiffly, as if he was being controlled by an invisible rope.
"Lie down," the King commanded.
Ikenna climbed onto our matrimonial bed—the bed that was an @bomin@tion for any son to touch while his father was alive.
He lay down between where I lay and where the King usually slept.
What is going on? I screamed in my head.
I wanted to jump up and shout "Aru!" (Abomination!), but fear held me down.
Fear, and the memory of what happened to the last Queen who questioned King Ebuka. She went to sleep and never woke up.
King Ebuka climbed onto the bed. He did not lie down.
He Cl!mb£d on top of the b0¥
He brought out an object from his wrappers and did what shocked me to my bones.
He began to...
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