Among all the beautiful girls in the kingdom, everyone believed the rich prince would choose one of them. The ladies tried everything to get his attention. But the prince’s heart found love in a place nobody expected. He chose a poor village orphan who was suffering in silence.

 How did the prince discover this hidden girl? And why did he choose her above everyone else? Sit back and find out as we delve into this powerful story. The road into Awi village was quiet as Jeremy’s car entered. The sun was low and the air felt heavy. People walked by the roadside carrying baskets. Some children stopped what they were doing and waved at the shiny car.

 But Jeremy did not wave back. His eyes were open. Yet his heart was far away. He sat by the window, staring outside, but seeing only the face of one man, his father, King Adatah. Jeremy breathed in slowly. His mind kept replaying the moment everything changed. That day he had been in his apartment abroad. He had just returned from work.

 He was standing in his kitchen cutting vegetables for dinner. Then his phone rang. It was his mother. He picked up with a smile. “Hello, mother,” he said, but her voice did not sound normal. “Jeremy, my son.” Jeremy stopped cutting. “Mother, what is wrong? You sound weak.” She tried to speak, but her voice shook. “Your father, he’s he is gone.” Jeremy dropped the knife. It hit the floor. He stood still.

 His hand began to shake. “Mommy, please no!” he whispered. She cried. “Please come home. We need you.” For some minutes, Jeremy could not say another word. His legs felt weak. His heart felt empty. He sat down in a chair in the kitchen and held his head with both hands. After a long silence, he whispered, “I will come home at once.

” That was how his journey back to Aui began. Now, as the car rolled into the palace compound, elders and guards came out quickly. The palace gate opened wide. Jeremy stepped out slowly. His suit was neat, but his eyes told a different story. Queen Adishola ran to him as soon as she saw him. My son, she cried as she hugged him tightly.

 Jeremy held her close. Mommy, I am here now. I came as fast as I could. Thank you, she said softly. Your father would be proud. They walked into the palace together. Inside, the large hall was filled with people dressed in white. Drums beat softly. Smoke from burning incense filled the air.

 The passing rights for King Adatah had started. Jeremy looked at the royal seat where his father once sat, and his eyes became wet. An elder walked up to him and bowed. “Prince Jeremy,” he said, “the kingdom stands with you. You must be strong.” “I will try,” Jeremy answered. Throughout the writes, Jeremy stood by his mother, holding her hand whenever she cried.

 That same day, in another part of Awi village, outside a house, a young girl stepped out slowly holding a bucket in her hands. Her name was Clara. She walked with quiet steps, but her eyes looked tired. She lived with her uncle Abel, who was one of the village chiefs, his wife Rachel, and their two daughters, Samantha and Jessica. None of them treated her like family.

 They only treated her like someone they could order around. Inside the compound, Rachel’s sharp voice followed her. “Clara, make sure you bring clean water this time and hurry.” “Yes, Auntie,” Clara said softly, keeping her head down. Samantha laughed from the doorway and said, “Look at you. You were born to suffer.” Jessica added, “Don’t come back late or you will sleep outside again.

” They both laughed loudly. Clara did not reply. She only held the bucket tight and walked toward the gate. Her heart hurt, but she hid it with a small smile on her face. She had learned to smile even when she was in pain. As she stepped out, a neighbor greeted her kindly.

 “Good morning, my daughter,” the elderly woman said. Clara bowed her head. “Good morning, Ma.” The elderly woman stared at her for a moment and whispered, “I pray God gives you peace one day.” Clara smiled again. “Amen, Mama.” She kept walking. As she moved down the narrow path, memories of her father filled her heart. Her mother had passed when she was born. Her father raised her alone in grief, working hard on the farm, day and night.

 But the work and grief was too much for one man. Slowly, his strength faded. One sad day, he fell beside his farm tools and never got up again. Her uncle Abel took the farmland at once. Then he took her into his house. At first, he called her my daughter, but it did not last. Soon the errands began, then the shouting, then the beatings.

 By the time Samantha and Jessica grew older, they copied everything their parents did. They were even more wicked. Now Clare walked toward the village stream just like she did every morning. She held the bucket close and tried to keep her steps gentle. Everyone greeted her because she was known as the girl with the kind smile.

 She greeted them back even though her heart was heavy. She did not know that her life was about to turn, that the path she walked today would lead her to someone who would change everything. Two weeks passed after the passing rights of the king, but the palace still felt empty. Every corner reminded Jeremy of his father.

 Many times he walked quietly into the king’s room and stood there for long minutes, touching the old wooden chair, the walking stick, the books on the shelf. “This is where we talked,” he whispered to himself. Every memory felt like a fresh wound. That night, Jeremy sat in the living room with his mother. The air felt heavy.

Mother, he began. I want to tell you something. Queen Adisha looked up at him. What is it, my son? Jeremy took a deep breath. I plan to return to my place abroad in 3 days. Her face changed at once. Return? Jeremy? No, you cannot leave. What about the throne? You know it cannot be left vacant.

 Mommy, please try to understand. He said gently. This life, this throne, it is not what I want. I want my own simple life. I want my peace. Queen Adishela shook her head slowly. My son, you are the first and only son of King Adetalah. The throne belongs to you. You must ascend it. Jeremy looked away. But I don’t want it.

I never wanted to be king. My son, she said softly, holding his hand. This is not about what you want. It is about who you are. It is our family’s culture. If you refuse, it will bring trouble. People will talk. Elders will complain. It may even bring danger to the family. Jeremy’s eyes softened.

 Mommy, must I give up my own dreams? Queen Adisha held his hand tighter. Sometimes we do not choose our path. Sometimes the path chooses us. He sat back quiet, his heart heavy. I will think about it, Jeremy finally said. Please do, she replied. That night, Jeremy lay on his bed, turning from side to side. Sleep refused to come. His mind was full.

 Sometimes we do not choose our path. Sometimes the path chooses us. His mother’s voice echoed in his head. Follow your dreams, his own heart whispered. He stared at the ceiling with tired eyes. “What am I supposed to do?” he asked himself. While Jeremy struggled with his future, far away on another side of Auay village, Clara sat outside her uncle’s house, washing the plates the family had used that night.

 The cold night air wrapped around her. The sky was full of bright stars. She lifted her head and looked at them. “God,” she whispered, “when will my suffering ever end?” Her hands were wet. Her clothes were old. Her heart felt weak. From inside the house, Samantha’s sharp voice shouted. “Clara, make sure you wash everything well. If not, you will not sleep inside.

” “Yes, I will finish soon,” Clara replied quietly. She looked back up at the sky. A small tear rolled down her cheek. Early the next morning, the royal chiefs had called for an important meeting. Servants moved around the palace carrying messages. Everyone knew something serious was about to happen. Jeremy sat in his room, still thinking about the long talk he had with his mother the night before.

 His heart was not settled, but he knew he had to face the elders. A guard knocked softly on his door. “My prince,” the guard said. “The chiefs and the queen are waiting for you inside the great hall.” Jeremy stood up slowly. “I am coming.” In the great hall, the chiefs sat in a long row. Their faces were stern.

 Their eyes followed Jeremy as he entered. Among them was Chief Abel, sitting with the others, watching closely. The queen sat beside her son, giving him a small nod of support. The head chief cleared his throat. “Prince Jeremy,” he said, “we called you here for one reason. You will ascend the throne of your father.

” The hall became quiet. Jeremy paused for a moment, his heartbeat slowly. He remembered his father’s smile, his father’s teachings, the weight of the crown. He looked at his mother, then looked at the chiefs. “Yes,” Jeremy said softly. “I will be king. I want to continue my father’s legacy. I want to honor him.

” A sigh of relief spread across the hall. Some chiefs nodded, others whispered among themselves. But then the head chief raised his hand again. There is one more thing. Before you can sit on the throne, you must get married. Jeremy’s eyes widened. Married? Why? Another chief leaned forward.

 Our culture requires a king to have a queen beside him. A king must not rule alone. It has been this way for generations. Jeremy frowned. But how does marriage decide if I am worthy to lead? I am educated. I understand leadership. I know responsibility. Why must marriage be part of this? Some chiefs shifted in their seats. The air grew tense.

 The head chief spoke calmly. My prince, it is not about your education. It is about our tradition. Without a wife, the throne remains incomplete. Jeremy opened his mouth to argue again, but his mother touched his hand gently. My son, Queen Adosoma said softly. Listen, this is our culture. Your father followed it. Your grandfather followed it. You only need to follow the process.

Jeremy looked at her, his chest tight. But mommy, I am not ready for marriage. I know, she whispered. But sometimes we do not choose the road. The road chooses us. The chiefs watched them closely, waiting for Jeremy’s response. He sat back slowly, thinking deeply. the throne, marriage, his father’s legacy, his own dreams.

 Nothing felt simple anymore. He finally said, “I will think about it.” The chiefs nodded, but the tension stayed in the room. They all knew this was only the beginning, and none of them knew how the story would turn next. After the meeting ended, the chiefs began leaving the great hall one by one.

 But Chief Abel did not leave immediately. He stayed behind, walking slowly toward Jeremy with a warm smile on his face. “My prince,” Abel said softly, bowing a little. “May I speak with you?” Jeremy nodded. “Yes, Chief Abel. What is it?” Abel placed his hands together politely. “I want to welcome you back to the village in a proper way. Please come to my home tonight.

 Have a drink with me. I would be honored to have you, your highness.” Jeremy paused and thought for a moment. He was tired. His mind was full, but he also knew he needed to understand the people he would lead. He nodded gently. “All right, I will come.” Abel’s face lit up. “Thank you, my prince.

 My family will be ready.” He bowed again and left the palace, walking fast with excitement. When Chief Abel reached his compound, he called out loudly, “Samantha, Jessica, come here at once.” His two daughters ran out quickly, curious. “What is it, Papa?” Samantha asked. Chief Abel raised his chin proudly.

 “The prince will be coming here tonight.” Jessica’s eyes widened. “The prince in this house?” “Yes,” Abel said, smiling big. “And I want both of you to dress your best. Look beautiful. Be gentle. Be polite. Who knows? The prince may choose one of you as his queen.” The two girls looked at each other and screamed happily. Jessica ran inside. I will wear my blue dress.

 Samantha laughed, “And I will wear my red one.” They both rushed into their room, pulling out their finest clothes. Inside the house, Abel sat beside his wife, Rachel, and told her everything. “Rachel,” he said, grinning, “if the prince marries one of our daughters, our lives will change forever. We will have everything we ever wanted.” Rachel smiled. wide.

 This is our time. We must prepare well. Abel nodded. Keep Clara busy. I don’t want her anywhere near the prince. Meanwhile, back in the palace, Jeremy sat on the edge of his bed, phone in hand. He dialed his office abroad. After a few rings, someone picked up. “Hello, Jeremy,” his manager said. “Are you returning this week?” Jeremy sighed softly. “No, I will not be able to return.

 There are serious issues at home. my father’s passing, the throne, everything. His manager spoke gently. “We understand. Take care of yourself and good luck with everything.” “Thank you,” Jeremy said before ending the call. He placed the phone down and rubbed his forehead. Everything was changing so fast. Back in Abel’s compound, Samantha and Jessica were shouting orders. “Clara!” Samantha yelled. “Fetch more water.

 I need to wash my hair.” “Clara,” Jessica added. “Iron my dress.” and be fast. Clara ran up and down carrying buckets, heating the iron, filling a bowl with water. Sweat covered her face, but she did not complain. As she bent to pick another bucket, she whispered to herself, “God, give me strength, please.

” From their doorway, Samantha and Jessica watched her with proud smiles, already dreaming of being queens. But none of them knew. Fate was planning something none of them expected. That evening, Samantha called again. “Clara, go to the stream and fetch water and make sure you fill every vessel in this house.” “Yes,” Claraara said softly.

 She carried a bucket on her head and began walking to the stream. Not long after she left, Jeremy’s car drove into Chief Abel’s compound. Two palace guards followed behind him. At once, Chief Abel, his wife Rachel, and their two daughters, Samantha and Jessica, stood up and put on fake smiles. They had already arranged a long wooden bench outside under the big mango tree in the middle of the compound.

 That was where they planned to welcome the prince, pretending to be the perfect family. Rachel sat beside Abel, her back straight, her hands folded neatly. Samantha and Jessica went inside and returned, carrying a keg of palm wine and a cola nut on a wooden tray. Their dresses were bright and colorful, their faces full of fake sweetness.

Jeremy stepped out of his car and Abel quickly came forward. “My prince,” Abel said, bowing slightly. “You honor my house today.” Jeremy nodded with a faint smile. “Thank you for inviting me.” Please,” Abel said proudly, pointing at the bench under the mango tree. “Sit and enjoy. My family is happy to serve you.

” But inside, Chief Abel’s real plan was sharp and clear. Tonight, one of my daughters must catch his eye. If the prince chooses one of them, our family will rise forever.” Samantha and Jessica sat gently beside their mother, acting polite, speaking softly, a behavior they never used inside the house.

 Jeremy watched them quietly. Their smiles were too perfect, their voices too sweet. Something felt wrong. A few minutes later, Claraara returned from the stream. A heavy bucket of water balanced on her head. Her steps were slow. Her neck struggled, but she kept her face calm. Even tired, her eyes were soft, her smile gentle.

 Jeremy saw her the moment she walked into the compound. He paused. Something about her caught his attention. She dropped the bucket carefully, then greeted them. She greeted Jeremy. Good evening, your highness. And greeted her uncle and his wife. But Abel and Rachel replied with cold, stiff faces. “Yes, yes, go inside,” Abel said quickly.

 Rachel added, “Move fast. Do not stand there.” Jeremy noticed the tone. He noticed the fear in Claraara’s eyes and the fake kindness in Abel’s voice. Something was not right. He watched Clara walk into the house, the sadness hidden behind her small smile. Later that evening, Jeremy stood up to leave.

 Abel walked with him to the car. My prince, I hope you enjoyed your stay, Abel said. Yes, thank you. Then he paused. Chief Abel, the young girl who brought water earlier. Who is she? Abel’s smile faded slightly before responding. Oh, that one. Her name is Claraara. Her father passed years ago. No one wanted her, so I took her in. She has no one else. Jeremy nodded slowly. I understand.

 But inside he felt something was wrong. Something Abel was not saying. He entered the car and looked out the window as they drove away. His thoughts returned to Clara. Her quiet face, her hidden pain, the harsh tone they used on her. What is she going through in that house? Why does her smile look so sad? For the first time, someone from outside the palace stayed strongly in his mind. Claraara.

That night, after Jeremy returned to the palace, he went straight into his room. He closed the door slowly, sat on the bed, and finally lay down. But sleep refused to come. His mind kept going back to Clara. Her quiet smile, her tired eyes, the way Abel and his wife spoke to her.

 Why does she look like she’s carrying pain? Jeremy whispered to himself. What is she going through in that house? He turned to the other side of the bed and sighed. Then another thought entered his mind. The throne and marriage. His mother’s words echoed in his ears. The chief’s pressure, the heavy responsibility waiting for him. Where will I even find someone who will love me for me? He said softly.

 someone who does not care about the throne or the power. He stared at the ceiling, confused and tired. In the days that followed, the palace became a place of endless disturbances. Every chief tried to showcase their daughters around him without making it obvious, hoping he would notice them. One chief sent his daughter with a basket of fruit.

 Another chief told his daughter to visit the palace every afternoon. Some chiefs even invited Jeremy for visits that had no meaning only to make their daughters sit close to him. The pressure became too much. Jeremy was very smart. He saw everything clearly. They all want the throne, he said to himself. Not me, not my heart.

 He grew tired of turning them away politely. The more he pushed back, the more they came. One evening he stood up from his chair suddenly. I need air, he whispered to himself. I need to think clearly alone. He stepped out of the palace quietly, entered his car, and drove away. The night breeze touched his face as he drove through the village roads.

 He passed small houses, small shops, children playing by the roadside, and old men sitting under trees. Slowly, his mind began to relax. He kept driving until he reached the riverside. Then he saw her. Clara. She was standing by the stream, filling her bucket with water. The moonlight made her face shine gently. Her movements were soft, humble, and quiet.

 Jeremy stopped his car, but did not step out. He only watched. Then something happened. A pregnant woman with a baby tied to her back tried to lift a bucket of water onto her head. The bucket was too heavy and she struggled. Clara noticed at once. She dropped her own bucket and ran to the woman. “Let me help you, Ma.” Clara said softly.

 She bent down, lifted the heavy bucket with care, and placed it on the woman’s head. “Thank you, my daughter,” the woman said with relief. Clara smiled gently. “You are welcome, Ma.” Then she returned to her own bucket of water. Jeremy’s eyes followed every movement. her kindness, her strength, her gentleness. It touched something deep inside him.

 He held his steering wheel and whispered, “Who is this girl? Why does she carry so much pain and still help others with a smile?” He leaned back in his seat, thinking. For the first time, he felt a strong desire, not because of the throne, not because of duty, but because he truly wanted to know her, to talk to her even once, to understand her story.

 The thought stayed in his heart like a warm light in the dark. Jeremy made a decision inside himself. He would speak to her. He would find out why her smile looked so sad. He would know who she truly was. Clara had just finished filling her bucket. She bent down a little, getting ready to lift it onto her head.

 Before she could lift it, Jeremy quickly opened his car door and walked toward her. Clara saw him and froze in surprise. Her eyes widened. At once, she dropped her hands and greeted him politely. “Good evening, your highness,” she said, almost kneeling on the ground. Jeremy stepped forward quickly. “No, please don’t kneel,” he said gently.

 “You don’t need to do that.” Clara stood up straight, shy and unsure. Jeremy gave a small smile. My name is Jeremy. She nodded politely. My name is Clara, sir. Jeremy already knew her name from Abel, but hearing it from her felt different, softer. Then Jeremy asked, “Clara, that day I came to Chief Abel’s house, why were you not seated with everyone under the mango tree?” Clara kept her eyes on the road. I had to fetch water, your highness. I had many errands to do.

Jeremy frowned a little. Why so many? Why only you? Clara gave a small smile, but it was not a happy one. That is how it has been, your highness. She did not say more. She did not complain. She only gave short, wise answers. Answers that sounded calm, but carried a story she was not ready to tell.

 Jeremy watched her quietly. She spoke softly. She answered with respect, and yet there was strength and intelligence in every word she said. He felt admiration rising in his heart without warning. He smiled, an amused, impressed smile he did not plan to show. “You are very smart,” he said kindly. “And you are very respectful.

Not many people have a heart like yours.” Clara paused for a moment. No one had spoken about her like that in years. She looked down, hiding a small, warm smile. “Thank you, your highness,” she said softly. “I just try my best.” Jeremy looked at the darkening sky. “It is getting late. You should go home now.” “Yes, sir,” Clara replied gently.

For a moment, they simply looked at each other. Jeremy spoke again, choosing his words carefully. Clara, can I see you again tomorrow? Clara’s eyes lifted slowly. She looked unsure. See me tomorrow? Yes, Jeremy said. I want to talk to you again. I want to understand you more. Clara held the bucket tighter. Her voice was low.

 Your highness, I do not know if that is okay. If my auntie or the girls see me talking to you, it may cause trouble. Jeremy nodded slowly. I understand. Then let us meet somewhere quiet. After a moment, they both agreed where to meet. For the first time in a long while, she felt seen and valued. Jeremy stepped back. Good night, Clara.

Good night, your highness, she replied before walking away into the dim path. Jeremy watched her until she disappeared. And as he returned to his car, something warm stayed in his heart. The next day, the sun shone calmly over Auaya village as Jeremy parked his car at the place where they had agreed to meet. Under the tall tree, Clara was already there, holding her hands together and looking shy.

 Jeremy smiled gently. “Thank you for coming.” Clara nodded. “Good afternoon, your highness.” They both sat under the tree shade. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The quiet was peaceful. Then Jeremy turned to her. Clara, yesterday you told me you always have many errands. Why are you the only one doing everything? Clara lowered her eyes.

 She held her breath for a moment. I do not want to trouble you with my story, she said softly. I want to hear it, Jeremy replied. Please tell me. Clara looked at the ground as she spoke. “My mother passed the day I was born,” she began. “My father raised me alone. He worked day and night on the farm, but the work became too much for him.

 One morning he did not get up again. Jeremy’s face softened with pain. Clara continued, “After he passed, my uncle Chief Abel took the farmland. Then he took me into his house. At first, he was kind, but later everything changed. Jeremy listened closely. They send me on many errands. They shout at me. They treat me like I am nothing.

 Samantha and Jessica, they always insult me. They make me work from morning till night.” Her voice became even quieter. But I try to smile because I do not want to hate anyone. Jeremy felt something tighten in his chest. Deep hurt, deep anger, deep sympathy. I am so sorry, Clara, he said softly. No one deserves to live like that. Clara gave a small sad smile.

 I am used to it, sir. Jeremy shook his head. No, you should not be used to pain. For a moment, they just looked at each other. Something warm passed between their eyes. Something gentle, something new. In the days that followed, Jeremy began leaving the palace more often.

 It helped him escape the chiefs who were pushing their daughters on him. It also helped him escape the pressure from his mother about marriage. But little by little, there was another reason. He wanted to see Clara. Sometimes he found her by the stream, sometimes under the mango tree, sometimes walking home with her bucket of water.

 They talked about many things, life, dreams, fears, memories, and slowly what started as simple curiosity began to bloom into something deeper. Jeremy found himself watching the way her lips curved when she smiled. He admired the calm way she spoke, the kindness in her voice, the wisdom in her eyes.

 Many times he caught himself staring at her without knowing. And unknown to him, Clara felt the same. Her heart beat a little faster each time she saw him walk toward her. She smiled more when he talked. His presence made her feel safe, something she hadn’t felt in a long time. One night after dinner, Jeremy lay on his bed in the palace. The room was quiet. The moonlight came through the window and fell across his chest.

 He placed his hand on his forehead. Should I tell her how I feel? Will she understand? Is it too soon? What if she becomes afraid? His heart argued with his mind, but one thing was clear. He could not hide his feelings forever. Finally, he sat up slowly. I must tell her I feel. I must tell Clara the truth.

 He lay back down and closed his eyes, but his heart was full. Tomorrow, he would tell her everything. The next day, Jeremy reached the reached their usual meeting spot. Soon, Clara arrived, holding her hands together the way she always did when she felt shy. Good afternoon, your highness,” she greeted.

 “Good afternoon, Clara,” he said with a gentle smile. They sat under the old tree, talking the way they had done for days. But today, Jeremy felt something heavy in his heart. Something he needed to say. After a while, he went quiet. Clara noticed. She leaned a little closer. “Your Highness, is something wrong?” Jeremy looked at her softly. Clara, I have something to tell you.

 Her heartbeat increased. What is it, sir? Jeremy breathed in. His voice was calm, but full of emotion. Clara, I care about you. Truly. I think about you every day. I feel something for you. Something strong. Clara froze. Her lips parted slightly. She looked shocked, unsure, even scared to speak. I I She stammered. Jeremy waited.

 Then slowly tears gathered in her eyes, but they were tears of joy. “Sir, I have been feeling the same,” she whispered. “I did not want to say it. I was afraid.” A soft smile broke across Jeremy’s face. From that moment, everything changed. In the days that followed, the two of them spent more time together. They talked about life. They shared small jokes.

Jeremy found himself laughing again. He found peace again. He found joy again. One afternoon, as Clara talked about something funny that happened when she was little, Jeremy watched her closely. Her smile, her eyes, her gentle way of speaking. And in that moment, he knew he had made the right choice when he told her how he felt.

 Without thinking, he stepped closer and pulled her into a warm hug. Clara froze for a moment, then slowly hugged him back. “I am happy I found you,” Jeremy whispered. “Me, too,” Clara said softly. She meant every word, but they had no idea something dark was already moving around them. “That same afternoon, someone else walked by that path. Jessica. She had taken a shortcut from her friend’s house, and from afar, she saw them.

 Jeremy, Clara, holding each other. Her eyes widened, her mouth dropped open. A deep, burning jealousy rose inside her. She ran home as fast as she could. Mama! Jessica shouted as she entered the house. “Mama, Samantha, you won’t believe what I saw.” Rachel came out quickly. “What is it?” “It is Clara.” She was hugging to Prince.

 He was holding her like she is someone important. Samantha’s face twisted with anger. So she wants to take our chance. Never. Rachel clenched her jaw. She will not destroy our plans. We must stop her. Right there. The three of them started forming a wicked plan. That evening, after Clara finished fetching water, she stepped into the house quietly. Then she walked into her room.

 At once, Rachel pushed the door and locked it from the outside. Clara jumped. Auntie Rachel, why did you lock the door? Rachel spoke through the wooden door. You have the nerve to move around with the prince. You want to spoil our future? Ungrateful girl. Samantha hissed. Stay inside. You will not go anywhere again.

 Jessica added, “Let us see who you will talk to now.” Clara’s eyes filled with tears. The room was dark and cold. Auntie, please, she cried. Please open the door. But no one answered. She sat on the floor and cried until her body shook. She prayed softly. She hoped someone would save her, but the night only grew darker.

 Meanwhile, in the palace, Jeremy was sitting in the living room. His mother sat nearby, watching the TV quietly. “Mother,” Jeremy said, breaking the silence. “I want to tell you something.” Queen Oshola turned to him. “What is it, my son?” Jeremy took a deep breath. “I found someone. Someone I love. Her eyes softened. You You love someone? Yes, mother. He said, she is kind. She is humble.

 She stays with Chief Abel. Queen Oola smiled gently. Truly smiled. Something she had not done since the king passed. “My son,” she said softly. “If she makes your heart calm, then she is the right one.” Jeremy’s eyes brightened. That night, as he lay in his bed, he made a final decision. “Tomorrow,” he whispered, “I will tell Clara, I am ready to make her my wife.

” He smiled at the thought, but he did not know. Clara was locked in a dark room, crying for help. The next morning, Jeremy woke up early. His heart was full of hope. Today was the day he planned to tell Clara he wanted her to be his wife. He drove straight to their usual meeting spot. The tree stood there gently. The breeze moved softly, but Clara was not there.

 He waited and waited and waited. One hour passed, then another. He looked at the sun. It was almost noon. She should be here. He whispered with worry. She has never missed a day. His heart tightened. He quickly entered his car and drove to Chief Abel’s compound. When he arrived, the whole family rushed outside pretending to be happy.

 “Good afternoon, my prince,” Rachel said with a fake smile. Jeremy looked around. “Where is Clara?” Samantha answered quickly. “She is not around, your highness,” Jessica added. “Yes, she went out very early.” Jeremy frowned. Something felt wrong. He looked into their eyes. Too much sweetness. Too much excitement. All right, he said coldly. Thank you.

 He left, but his worry grew stronger. The second day he went again, still no Clara. The third day he returned. Same answer. But every single day he waited. And whenever he left the palace, he’d drive around the village looking for her. But something else happened. Whenever he came, Samantha and Jessica ran out, smiling, trying to talk to him, trying to stand close to him, trying to impress him. And every time he asked about Clara, they became stiff.

 Their eyes shifted. Their smiles faded for a second. Jeremy felt it in his bones. “These people are hiding something,” he whispered as he drove away. That evening, confused and angry, Jeremy returned to the palace. He found his mother in the living room. “Mother,” he said, his voice shaking. “I cannot find Clara. I have searched for 3 days.

 I am sure Chief Abel’s family is hiding something from me.” Queen Adosola touched his arm gently. “Call him down, my son. But mother.” She leaned close and whispered something into his ear. The moment Jeremy heard it, his eyes widened slowly. A new idea formed, a new decision. He nodded. Thank you, mother.

 In another part of the village, inside Chief Abel’s house, Samantha and Jessica stood at Clara’s door. Clara sat in the dark, her hands shaking, her clothes dirty. She’d cried until her voice was weak, and she had been 3 days in there without food. Jessica smirked. So, you think the prince will choose you? Samantha laughed. We will win his heart.

 You will stay here. There is nothing you can do. Clara hid her face and cried again. Please let me out. But they only mocked her and walked away. The next morning, Jeremy called for a royal meeting, one he personally announced. All the chiefs gathered in the palace hall. The air was tense. Jeremy sat on the royal seat beside his late father’s throne.

 Queen Adishola stood proudly beside him. “My chiefs,” Jeremy said calmly, “I have called this meeting to tell you something important.” The hall became silent. “I have found someone I want to marry.” Every chief straightened up. Their faces glowed. Some smiled. Many believed he was about to call their daughter’s name, but Jeremy continued, “The woman I will marry comes from the household of one of the chiefs.

” The chiefs smiled wider, glancing at one another. Then Jeremy spoke the words that shook the entire hall. “I will marry Clara, the girl from the house of Chief Abel.” The room exploded with shock. Chief Abel’s mouth fell open. His hands shook. His heart dropped like a heavy stone.

 He remembered every insult, every mistreatment, every errant, every cruel word he had thrown at Clara. Other chiefs congratulated Jeremy loudly, but Abel sat still, drowning in shame. The chiefs then began discussing the marriage rights. They agreed Clara must be brought to the palace at once so the royal maids could prepare her, dress her, and make her ready for the ceremony.

 Immediately, Jeremy sent two royal guards to Abel’s house. When the guards arrived, they knocked loudly on the door. Rachel opened the door and froze when she saw the king’s staff of office in the guard’s hand. One of the guards stepped forward. Where is Clara? Bring her out. She is needed in the palace. Rachel’s face drained, her hands shook.

She unlocked the door slowly. Clara stepped out into the light. She was thin, tired, and her eyes were swollen from crying. Rachel, Samantha, and Jessica stood in shock, silent, speechless, watching the girl they tried to destroy being taken into the palace as the future queen. Clara looked around, confused. The guard spoke softly.

 Clara, the prince has sent for you. Her heart jumped. She covered her mouth as tears filled her eyes. Hope finally came. The two royal guards returned to the palace hall. They bowed and said, “My prince, we have returned from Chief Abel’s house.” Jeremy turned to them.

 “Report, what did you see?” The guard stepped forward. “Sir, Clara was locked in a dark room. She has been there for days. She looked thin, like she was not properly fed. Gasps filled the hall. The chiefs turned to Abel in shock and disappointment. Jeremy’s eyes widened. He looked at his mother. She was shocked, too, but her plan had worked.

 The guard continued, “Sir, when we arrived, Rachel quickly opened the door because she saw the king’s staff with us. Clara was crying. She could barely stand.” The hall was filled with anger now. One chief stood and said, “Chief Abel, you locked a girl in a room, a child you were supposed to protect.” Another chief said, “You are not worthy to sit among us.

” The head chief stood up and pointed at Abel. Chief Abel, by the power of this council, we strip you of your chieftainy title. You will no longer receive any chief rights or allowances. You have shamed your position. You treated an orphan with wickedness. Abel fell to his knees, trembling, but no one pied him.

 Weeks passed in the palace, and Claraara grew stronger every day. The royal maids treated her with care. Queen Adesola welcomed her warmly, teaching her how to walk, how to sit, and how to speak like a queen. And Jeremy stayed close to her every step of the way. One quiet evening, Jeremy invited Claraara to the palace garden.

 The flowers were bright, the air was soft, the sky was calm. They walked slowly along the stone path until Jeremy stopped. “Clara,” he said gently. She turned to him, her heart beating fast. “Yes, your highness.” Jeremy smiled. “Call me Jeremy, please.” She smiled shily. Yes, Jeremy. He took her hands slowly.

 Claraara, you came into my life when everything felt heavy. You made my heart calm again. You made me smile again. Claraara looked down, shy and warm inside. Then Jeremy brought out a small box and opened it. Inside was an expensive looking engagement ring. Claraara covered her mouth with both hands. Claraara, he said softly. Will you marry me? Tears filled her eyes immediately. Her voice shook. Yes. Yes, I will marry you.

Then Jeremy held her close. For the first time, Claraara felt safe. Truly safe. Months later, the palace drums beat loudly across Aayuaya village. The air was filled with joy. The whole village danced. The marriage rights were performed with beauty and respect. Claraara was dressed in royal beads and bright cloth.

 Jeremy stood proudly beside her. That same week, Jeremy’s coronation took place. The chiefs placed the royal crown on his head. The crowd cheered loudly. Jeremy became the king of Ouier. And beside him, Clara satis’s queen. Jeremy looked at her with pride. Clara looked at him with love. Queen Adisha smiled. Truly smiled for the first time in months. She and Clara got along so well.

 They became close like mother and daughter. The palace, once filled with sadness, now overflowed with peace. Jeremy found joy in leadership. Clara found the life she always prayed for. And together they built a beautiful bond. One bright afternoon, Clara told the guards, “I want to move around the village today.” “Yes, my queen,” the driver said as he opened the door.

 Clara entered the car. As they reached the palace gate, she looked out of the window and paused. Three figures were standing outside, crying and begging the guards. A woman and her two daughters. Clara knew them at once. Rachel, Chief Abel’s wife, and her two daughters, Samantha and Jessica. They looked thin, tired, humbled.

 “Stop the car,” Clara said gently. “The driver stopped at once.” Clara stepped out slowly and walked toward them. Rachel fell to her knees. “My queen, please forgive us.” Jessica cried loudly. “We are sorry. Please do not hate us.” Samantha bowed her head shaking. Please give us another chance. Clara looked at them quietly.

 Ever since Chief Abel lost his chiefty, their life had become difficult. People no longer respected them. Workers left Abel’s farm because he no longer paid their wages. They were alone, carrying shame. Clara felt their pain. She remembered her own pain, too. She took a deep breath. I forgive you, Clara said softly.

They lifted their heads shocked. But Clara continued, “You must change your ways. Go home. Help your father on the farm. Live with kindness. Do better.” Rachel covered her face and cried. Jessica and Samantha cried too, full of regret. Clara turned and walked back to her car.

 The driver closed the door and the car moved forward slowly. Rachel and her daughters stood there watching her leave, wishing they had treated her better. They learned their lesson. And Clara Clara finally lived the good life she had always prayed for. A life of peace, a life of love, a life beside Jeremy, her king. This story teaches us something very important.

Kindness is never wasted. Clara came from a place of pain. She suffered. She cried. She was treated like she was nothing. But she never allowed hatred to enter her heart. She stayed kind, humble, and gentle. And in the end, her goodness lifted her higher than anyone expected.

 It also reminds us that power, beauty, and position mean nothing without a good heart. Sometimes the people who look the smallest carry the brightest light. Sometimes the one you treat badly today may be the one you will need tomorrow. So treat everyone with love. Treat people with respect. You never know how life will turn.