Chapter 124 - A kingdom Whispers
The military escort led Tiriki through the bustling heart of Malindi, past towering buildings and merchant stalls alive with activity. Soldiers patrolled with quiet discipline, their armor gleaming under the midday sun. As they approached the administrative quarter, a deep hush fell over the square.
In the heart of the command center, King Lusweti stood hunched over a large table, examining a spread of maps and architectural blueprints. A soldier cleared his throat and saluted.
"Your Majesty," he said, "a man from the newly arrived merchant vessel claims to have a message from Prince Khisa. He says he’s Shadow Guard."
Lusweti’s head lifted at once. "Bring him in."
The heavy doors opened, and Tiriki stepped inside. His boots thudded softly against the polished stone floor. As soon as Lusweti saw him, he crossed the room in long strides and embraced him tightly.
"I am glad you’re alive," Lusweti said, voice low but heavy with relief. "Thank you for your bravery, Tiriki."
Just like that, Tiriki’s composure cracked. He hadn’t realized how utterly drained he was until now. Emotion surged through him—relief, exhaustion, pride—and his eyes burned with tears.
"Thank you, Your Majesty," he whispered, pulling back. "I live to serve. I bring urgent news from Prince Khisa."
He reached into his cloak and produced a sealed letter, its edges worn from the journey. Lusweti accepted it solemnly.
"The prince has devised a system to rescue and relocate enslaved people," Tiriki continued. "The merchant ship I traveled with carries some of the first freed slaves. Khisa wants them to be quietly integrated into our society. They can help build, farm, work—earn their place among us. When the war ends, those who wish to return home will be taken back."
"Are the merchants aware of this?" Lusweti asked, brows furrowed.