The Coalition

Chapter 9: Yala

"DEATH TO ALL FIERETE" A man in blood yelled. He wore clothes that only us Kenyans would wear. However, I had never seen that man in my life. He pulled out a dagger and before our men could tackle him. He threw the dagger landing it between the eyes of a Fierete solider.

Two men held the man to the ground. The Fierete stood up like they were ready to attack. "They're trying to kill us" a Fierete solider spoke. "Fuck you all. He's not ours" Tommy spoke. My mother turned to the King while he looked at us furiously. "Was this your attack" the Queen mother asked. "No" my mother said calmly. However I could tell my mother was scared.

We were in there will house and we're at a disadvantage. Even with our men in this room we would still get demolished and our home would be destroyed by the Fierete. "How are we supposed to trust you or our deal" the King snarled. I stepped closer to my mother not liking his aggression.

Queen mother touched her son's arm in a calming manner. "Why don't we speak in the meeting room. We can determine how to fix things" Queen mother concluded. The king gave a curt nod so did mother. My mother held my arm "Get our people in line. We need this so they can't fight" my mother whispered.

I nodded not liking her leaving with the king and queen. I signaled for two of our men to follow.I stepped down from where our table was. Fierete men took the fake Kenyan out of the room which loosened the tension. Hopefully things would not escalate. Cause once that happened nothing would be able to help fix this. Smithers was containing our people and edging them to go back to their seats. Our men respected Smithers as their army commander.

They sat back in their seats but the tension was still there. Smithers stood next to me as we watch over our people. "I don't see a knife in the Kings chest" Smithers whispered. A smile coated my face "I almost lost it until that fake keyan attacked". "Someone has to have set us up. They don't want this treaty to happen" Smithers noted. "My mother went to talk about things. Luckily she's a fixer" I added.

"I am surprised. I always thought that the Fierte lived as barbarians. I guess they're just like that when they're on the battle field" I peeved. Smithers nodded looking at the see through glass like ceiling. "This place is nice" he agreed. "Did I tell you...you look stunning" Smithers smirked. I peered up at him trying to hide my smile.

I look down at my dress that hit the floor gracefully. I had worn a black dress that held a v-line in the front. The bottom flowing down in different layers. The maids had been excited when they first made this dress. I thought I would never need it but now I did.
"Thank you" I blushed fiddling with my fingers.

"Yala" he called out. I turned to him "you know she will be alright. Your mother is good at handling situations. That is why she's queen" he said. My heart stung at his words. Did he not think I could handle situations like this? I cried to him when my mother told me that she would keep her position for now. I shook my head Smithers believes in me. He was just trying to comfort me and he at least took my mind off of me worrying about her.

The entrance opened once again with my mother and just the king. The Fierte soldiers stood at attention like they were awaiting orders. "You may all leave. Your dinner will be served in the mess hall of the soldier's compound" the king explained. The Fierte flushed out minutes after leaving our people.

Once they closed the door my mother started speaking. "They will be coming out with food soon. They understand that man who attacked us wasn't ours. Converse everyone". Once my mother finished speaking she slowly walked over to where Smithers and I were. "So," I asked curiously.

She looked taut and anxious. "I'm gonna go talk to Tommy" Smithers mumbled. My mother nodded and once he was gone I held her hand. "What's wrong"? She avoided her gaze causing me to worry. I've never seen my mother like this. Her hands were shaking. "Let's eat. I will tell you later" she uttered. The maids brought out food for everyone.

Once we were done our people went to their rooms. I followed my mom quietly to her room. Once we were inside she slumped into her seat.
I bent down looking up at her. "Now tell me what did the king talk to you about? Did he threaten you"? My mother lips clenched. "The Queen mother believed it was us while the king didn't. However, she asked how can she trust us. And the king ..... he gave a solution".

"What it is it" I spouted. "He wants you to be his fiancé and he gave me till the morning to decide".

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