Prince Ikan is Heir Apparent Prince of the Kingdom of Iluji where an ancient spell cast a mighty cloud to hover in the sky of the Kingdom so that the sun does not shine on the land. To make the spell of darkness go away, kings traditionally offer slave girls in a 'grand sacrifice' to the gods of the land, but none had ever been successful.
By the bank of the river called the King's Flow, Ikan meets Sarie, a slave girl on the verge of committing a grave offence but could not resist her charm and begins to nurse the idea of a secret affair. Any romantic relationship between a slave girl and a freeborn is a taboo punished by hanging the slave girl. The Prince and the slave would hope the darkness will hide them while he swears to protect her with his life.
When a prophecy comes from the priests that Ikan will be the prince to bring sunlight to Iluji, he finds himself in a deathly dilemma. He must sacrifice Sarie to the gods and accomplish the highest glory or see the darkness continue forever and the dynasty's collapse.
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On Sarie's return from her last trip to the King's Flow, she saw right in front of Udin's piggery, two horses carrying royal strips behind their saddles. She poured her water and dropped the pot with little care that the earthen ware could have cracked from how hard it hit the ground. She could not see her mother anywhere outside. Out of curiosity she decided to go round the compound to see the front porch. She had not taken more than a few steps when she began to hear deepened voices in conversation. She went closer and could see two palace messengers, she could tell from their white hoodless cloaks and black waist bands. They flanked the old Council Chief in his front porch and he was nodding agreeably while one of the messengers spoke.
She turned quickly and began to head for her mother's hut. She kept topping her pace as if she thought she was being chased by the messengers. Her silk gown was wet and it glued to her skin in the most embarrassing manner. She was certain the messengers were staring. She was tempted to look back, she did and she was right. The messengers were now the ones listening to Udin but had their eyes entirely on her.
"Mama, messengers from the palace are..."
She noticed her mother removing clothes from a wooden box and paused to be sure they were not hers.
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