Written By Sher Trott-Bailey.

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Have we prepared our tributes for the festivities?” Vulcan asked his chief servant.

” Yes My Prince. A list of everything is here for you to see also”

Mabutu Kingdom

“Mhmm it’s ok Cihangir, you have never failed me” Vulcan replied.

A beaming Cihangir bowed and thanked the Prince for his praise.

“Have the maidens prepared their dances well? They must outdo all the other tribeswomen. This year spare nothing on their attire. They must look the best. “ Vulcan slammed his hand on his chair.

“Not only that, My Prince, but all your plans to make our boys run all year in preparation for the race competitions have matured into abundant fruits. Everyone can run the races twice over without much fatigue. My Prince, with your archery and hunting skills as well as fighting, the competitions are ours this year!” Cihangir declared.

“Gather the young men and women in an hour. Let them know I will be inspecting them. Also let the kitchen prepare meals for everyone at the meeting. This is to be served after we’re done.” Prince Vulcan instructed.

“Kadija Kadija”, her friend Fatiya called out.


“Where are you girl?” Fatiya went in and out Kadija’s hut searching for her childhood friend.

“Fatiya!’ A smiling Kadija called out. She was returning from the well with a water pot on her head.

“Hurry up, Prince Vulcan had called all of the dancers together. We are to perform!”Fatiya hurriedly took the pot off Kadija’s head.

“Change into something better Kadija and let’s go” Fatiya urged her friend, already pulling down the few clothes Kadija had looking for the least worn looking dress.
She would have brought Kadija something but she was very plump and her clothes would not fit.

“oh this girl and her pride!” Fatiya thought in her mind, how often she had offered Kadija fine silk cloth to make a dress and she would never accept it.

Kadija was so beautiful that Fatiya had taken it upon herself to play matchmaker for her friend. Fatiya admired Kadija greatly and thought her friend had all the qualities of a Queen. Knowing Kadija’s love for the prince had only fired up Fatiya even more to aim for a match for Kadija with Prince Vulcan. Fatiya was distant relatives to the King’s family and her father an important member of the King’s council.

When King Agwele was executed almost a century ago for his stealing the Kezmizi King’s baby and inciting war between the tribes, a new bloodline was chosen as King. Present day that bloodline now ruled in the form of King Xanoz and  the crowned Prince and heir Prince Vulcan.

Fatiya thought Prince Vulcan was the right fit for Kadija. She would do all in her power and social standing to get him to notice Kadija. Not that the girl needed much help there.

“That Mwebele Chieftess Katya though… she was something else too,” Fatiya thought.

They had been to the festivities year after year as kids and now as older girls. It was not until at last year festivities that Fatiya really took in the Mwebele Chieftess. She didn’t even know why she was comparing the two but Kadija was the best reference for beauty that she had ever seen until the young Chieftess. However the Chieftess was just a whole different type of beauty.

Kadija was voluptuous and curvy with a bright beautiful smile and soft brown eyes. She had thick hair tipped with golden color from being in the sun alot which puffed out onto her shoulders.

The young Chieftess possessed a more natural carefree grace and confidence, her hair was black and thick coiling around each other.  There was, what felt like a light or bright glow coming from her. Fatiya couldn’t explain in words, but when the young Chieftess had saved her from two Kezmizi boys throwing pebbles and calling her a hippo, I suppose she had gained an admirer.

“Kadija, wear this one” Fatiya had chosen a red dress that she thought would look great on Kadija’s skin. Hurriedly putting on the dress, Kadija could only roll her eyes at her bossy but we’ll intentioned friend.

The two girls quickly hurried to the Prince’s compound, on their way they met up with some other girls in their dance group. Their group had learned their dances so well they could do it in their sleep. Everyone felt the enthusiasm and competitive spirit of the Prince in their own hearts. All the young people of the tribe really wanted to win all the events at the festivities this year.
“Hey, this is so exciting!” Fatiya giggled.

Everyone was guided to a big grassy field in the compound. There were beautiful flowers lining different pathways in the compound. Everyone sat in their respective groups on the soft grass. The day was so balmy and cool that Kadija’s imagination switched to her and the Prince falling asleep together in the gentle breeze.

Sighing in her heart, she thought to herself it could never be. Except for when he had saved her from the warthog and the incident with Prince Zolokhan he hardly ever interacted with her. Their Mabutu Kingdom was the smallest in numbers of the three tribes yet the most strict when it came to status.

The only thing that gave her some hope of his love was the look in his eyes the day he had saved her.
A hush came over the mumbling group, as a loud voice boomed,


” Prince Vulcan arrives!”


Everyone quickly got to their feet, bowing as their majestic Prince arrived. At eighteen summers the prince was tall and heavily muscled. Everyone knew of his excellence in varied forms of combat and his keen hunting skills.

It was no surprise either that he was absolutely gorgeous. He had the trade mark silver gray eyes of his Father. Those eyes made many quiver. He was an enigmatic person who was hard to read. Accompanying him we’re his twin half-brothers who were grinning from ear to ear busily checking out the young girls.

The Prince oozed confidence and maleness out of his pores. He had steadily gained the respect of all the warriors and easily outdid the Elders  in wit and strategy. The maidens from the upper families where also here, seated at the front openly ogling the Prince who wore an open linen shirt with his long, loose linen pants.

Jealousy rose in Kadija’s heart like a massive exploding volcano. She looked at him, shining with good health as he peered through the crowd looking.

His eyes fell on Kadija for what she could only conclude were brief seconds, but when their eyes met it was like being kicked in the stomach and being overcome with fever. Heat, waves of heat erupted. He clenched in jaw looking away, silver eyes burning… determined.

“Let’s begin” he loudly commanded. He turned and went to take a seat in the pavilion. Of course the girls at the front wanted to go first.

Kadija squeezed her thighs together so hard trying to cool her heat.
“We have to defeat those girls Kadija, Tombolo, Tepee, Lamiba !” Fatiya stated.

“Fatiya, our real enemy are the other tribes, don’t lose focus” Kadija reminded her friend.

“Even so Kadija we still need to shine in the Prince’s eyes” Fatiya looked at her with a knowing look.

“Kadija is the best dancer in the tribe, were sure to catch the Prince’s eyes” Tepee chirped into the conversation.

Several groups went up, some were cut short by the Prince while he watched others till the end.

Finally it was their turn. Dancing was the one thing that made Kadija feel fearless. She danced away anger, fear, hopelessness, loneliness. She did not hold back, in this time she would forget herself and transcend all barriers.

Their dance routine was really out of the ordinary. Kadija had really worked on the choreography and music. It told the story of five friends at odds with each other but regaining friendship after fighting a mighty foe together in battle.

The opening scene depicted a quarrel breaking out amongst the girls which the girls acted out in dance. Then came the mighty foe in the form of a Lion. Working together to trick and confuse the Lion they were finally able to defeat the Lion and then reconcile.

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Prince Vulcan had felt the blazing inferno in his heart in that glance. She was wearing a red dress which looked so beautiful against her soft skin and her full rounded breasts. He knew he shouldn’t have searched her out in the crowd but his eyes and heart refused to listen. It was like a delicious feeling that he couldn’t get enough of. When he saw her golden head with those soft eyes looking back at him it was like being double punched in the gut. What was worse was that her face was like an open book, a young girl caught in the throes of passion and desire.

Clenching his jaws it was all he could do to look away from this tempting beauty to give the order to begin. He quickly turned away to hide his growing erection. Thank God his pants were loose. He felt like he was on fire.

Watching the performances he tried to focus on weeding out any group that was not up to par but all he could focus on was when her dance group would come next.

Finally they stood in front of him, Kadija opened the scene with her and the girls arguing. King Vulcan watched her nimble form move and tell the story. She was such an energetic and carefree dancer that the other girls themselves were inspired and energized to give it their all. It truly was an amazing performance. There were resounding drum beating, cheers and whistles at the end of their performance.


The smiling girls bowed to their Prince who was also clapping. They squeezed each others arm and high fived each other.

“Excellent girls! I’m finally convinced that we will win the dance competition.“ Prince Vulcan said.

Following the girls were a few more performances which the Prince quickly dismissed. Motioning to his chief steward Cihangir, he instructed him to invite his guests to their meals and announce the special attention to  costumes and attire this year.

Kadija marvelled at the spread of food and delicacies that were laid out before them. Prince Vulcan really knew how to win the hearts of the people, she thought to herself. Things she had never seen before were beautifully laid out, sweets, cakes, baked breads and varieties of meats, chocolate drinks, fruits galore called out to the very hungry group. There was so much that no one had to push each other or wait very long to get something to eat.

Kadija and Fatiya fully indulged and ate their bellies full. That was one of the things Fatiya loved about Kadija, the girl could eat more than her. Prince Vulcan feasted for a while with the group and then excused himself. He left his brothers happily in charge. They were thoroughly enjoying themselves flirting with some of the high-born girls.

Back at his most private quarters, The Prince called for a bath to be made, he didn’t feel like going to the river today. When he was done, he called for Cihangir.

“Pull aside two of the girls from the winning dance group, Kadija and Elder Sam’s daughter, let them have the first choice of the best materials for their outfits and other adornments. Then send the one in red, to my side guest hall. Let the girls prepare a bath for her, and dress her in a simple but elegant dress. Cihangir this must all be done very discreetly.” Prince Vulcan ordered his loyal servant.

“I understand my Prince” Cihangir bowed and exited.

When all had been done as ordered by the Prince, Vulcan got up from his chambers and went to his losing battle.

“Kadija could be beautiful and daft for all you know,” he told himself.

“The girl isn’t daft and you know it! “ another thought contradicted Vulcan.

“You need an excellent Queen by your side,” another thought rolled in.

“But does an excellent Queen have to come from a high background? Take a look for yourself how lacking in many regards the girls from the high born families are.” These thoughts rolled through his mind.

“Your prejudice towards her stems from your anger at your dad for dallying with a slave girl and having your brothers. If he had done the same thing with a high born woman would you have been upset?“ His mind questioned.

The truth was that he still would have been. His mother had barely turned in her grave before there was news of a slave being six months pregnant.

“ She had deservedly died in childbirth”, Vulcan could remember his five-year-old mind thinking.

He paused at the door to his side hall. It was a private room with a big open porch facing a beautiful lake. It was very private and it was his favorite place to be.

Taking in a deep breath Prince Vulcan opened the door, when he entered she was nowhere to be seen. Hearing a giggle from the porch he walked in its direction. A funny sight beheld him as a little meerkat stood peering out from Kadija’s head. The meerkat gave out a calling sound causing several other meerkats to peep out of nearby bushes climbing up both Kadija’s arms.

Giving a low whistle the Prince quietly said
“ Itchy get off and go” an alert meerkat turned to the voice and quickly ran down Kadija’s body.

The meerkat family then headed into their underground burrow. A smiling Kadija looked up at the Prince, then  bowed as gracefully as a dancer. She said nothing and waited for him to talk .

“You danced very well today.” Vulcan said

“I enquired amongst your group, they all said you were the master mind behind the whole dance, you will be rewarded with your choice of any of our top fabrics and other jewelry for your contribution to our tribe. Your home also seems to need a revamp. I will send our builders to improve it.”

Kadija bowed, thanking the Prince.


“You have also been invited to train with my Elite women warriors; given your incident with the wild hog, I think it would do you a lot of good” Vulcan watched her nod. Her head was slightly bowed, eyes peeled to the floor.

“Are your eyes only attracted to the floor” he asked her smoothly.

Caught off guard she quickly looked up. Their eyes locked, once again, raging heat passed between them, the attraction palpable in the air. Vulcan’s mouth went dry. Like a cheetah stalking it’s prey he walked closer and closer to her. Her chest rose and fell as she tried to steady her breathing. Backing up from the Prince her trembling hands reached out for the porch railing. Looking down with her eyes again she refused to let him see all that she could not hide.


“Look at me” he said quietly, softly with a steel edge to his voice.
She shook her head, he was now before her in her personal space,
His hand reached for and held her chin. 

He lifted her chin, “Look at me Kadija!”
Lifting her eyes she looked right into his.

“Yes! give me all the fire, little beauty. Let me see it“ he said passionately.

It was too much, Kadija moaned and moaned as he made love to her with his eyes. In it they said all the things that were hard to say yet so easy to feel between them.
Prince Vulcan did not want to fight his desires any longer but he knew this was not how he wanted to take his beauty. So he settled for kissing her till she was weak in his arms. Seeing tears spill out of her eyes he stopped kissing her hungry lips.

“Why do you cry, Beauty? “ He asked tenderly.
“I’m so happy, I can die happily” her pure words spilled out.

Prince Vulcan who had always prided himself on having a cold heart felt it melt for this woman. He chuckled and steadied her, wiping her tears.

“Come let’s go inside” he lifted her and carried her. Seating himself in a comfortable chair, he placed her on his lap. She wiggled to find her comfort; at the Prince’s moan, she stopped her movements looking at him.
His lips were tightly closed with one hand over his eyes.
“I’m sorry did I hurt you?” Kadija asked innocently.
Vulcan tried his best to calm himself as he felt her round bottom wiggle on his manhood.


“Beauty, I’m trying my best to control this fire between us, your not helping by moving your lush body around on me“ he told her frankly.

“Oh!!” was all she could say. She had never flirted with any of the tribe boys nor had she entertained any of their flirtings. To say that she felt like a fish out of water with the Prince was an understatement.

The Prince chuckled at her obvious nervousness and innocence. He took her hand and brought it to the buttons of his Kaba(shirt). Helping her to undo one at a time.
” I watch you by the stream when you fetch water, I watch as you splash the water across your face and neck and the tops of your breasts to cool down. When you take your weekly walk to the forest to get honey I watch and when you cry at nights by the Bolo trees so that your mother won’t see, I watch you.” He watched as her breath hitched, her mind racing at his words. Bringing her hands to his chest he whispered

” touch me Kadija”

Kadija moaned at the Vulcan’s request.

Finally the Prince stopped and cradled the heated beauty in his arms. The girl had grown weak from so much heat and attraction oozing out of her body. Vulcan was hardly in any better condition. The Prince wondered at his self control but he knew he did not want to take her before she became his Queen. As he cradled her in his arms he watched as she softly fell asleep. Putting her down on his bed to sleep he called for Cihangir.

“Quietly send a message to Kadija’s mother that her daughter pleased the Prince with her dancing and was asked to remain in the palace for helping with the preparations for the upcoming festivities. You can also let her friend know as well.” The prince instructed his chief steward.

“Also, No maid is to come to my quarters to clean tonight or tomorrow unless called for” he added.

“Yes my Prince”. His capable steward bowed and left.

Prince Vulcan went to his desk, took out the secret message from his Chief warrior detailing the progress of his secret army. He then burned the message in a small coal fire.
Leaning back in a chair he thought of the beautiful girl lying asleep in his bed. His heart was happy and with his natural determination he planned their marriage. He knew there were many Elders that wanted to see their own daughters married to the future King. Hence they will try to find grounds on which to dissuade the Prince and more importantly dissuade his father. Vulcan felt even more determined to kill his father even more, the sooner the better.

Falling asleep in his lounge chair with his thoughts the night passed into the early morning. İt was a few hours before the break of dawn. Vulcan was woken by the sound of soft footsteps walking back and forth.

“Why so frantic Kadija?” he prince questioned softly.

Feeling shy, Kadija answered

“ I really have to pee my Prince and i don’t know how it’s done in the palace,”

Chuckling loudly  the Prince replied,


“ Everything that you need to do can be done in the pot through the hall down by the seclusion area. Pimento and mint leaves are at had for any unpleasant smells. İ will leave you for now and send a maid in to prepare your bath. İ won’t be back until the Evening” the unabashed prince stated.

Call it perverse but the Prince really had fun watching her all shy and uncomfortable like this.

“Cihangir will see to all your needs as per my instructions” Vulcan finished seeing the obvious discomfort on her face.

Bowing her head, she turned and took off down the hall. When she returned the Prince was gone.

Before he had left Vulcan had instructed to choose a tender young maid who had come from their coastal colonies to keep her company.

“ İ want someone untainted from the snobberies picked up from serving high born women. You know the rest, check on her for any meals she wants. She is to be treated like my Queen” yes my Prince.

Cihangir felt happy for his young Prince he thought to himself,

” A Happy Ruler a Happy Servant.”

Today he was meeting with his Father King Xanoz. He would want to know about the preparations for the upcoming competitions at the festivities. The stakes were high at the competitions. İt was a matter of pride and actual gains for the three competing tribes at this particular event in this particular year. Several things were up for grabs: The rights over the Wengua River being one the biggest, monetary tributes and  rights to trade routes to the the Coasts. Any tribe that won would hold the rights for four years. Though festivities were held ever year, only  every four years was it taken so seriously.

“Prince Vulcan is here to see you, My King” the King Xanoz’s steward announced.

Entering the room, the Prince kneeled greeting his Father.

İgnoring him and reading some scrolls King Xanoz spitefully tried to discomfit his son. İt was an hour before the King finally spoke.

“Vulcan, why are you standing? Have a seat my son“ he looked up. Silver eyes locked into silver eyes. Like two male lions in a fight each refused to look away. Finally, a smirking King Xanoz asked

” İs everything prepared for the competitions. You know we are counting on you to win the rights to the trade routes!” The King belted out his expectations.


” We will win Father, everything is prepared“ Vulcan answered.


” İt better be or you will have me to deal with. Your not King yet! İ will not be embarrassed by any incompetence on your part.”

Leave me!” The King growled. Bowing Prince Vulcan turned and left.

“Get me some of our wine and send in some servant girls“ the lusty king bellowed to his chief steward. Knowing the King’s temper, the chief steward hastily went about his bidding.

Prince Vulcan was leaving his father’s compound when he saw his two brothers hurriedly approaching him.

“Vulcan, Vulcan” the twins called out to him.

“These nincompoops,” Vulcan thought.


“Brothers, what is it?” He halted asking them.

“Brother, Warsax wants us to set fire to the tails of some hyenas and make them race. Are you coming?” Darjan the younger of the twins asked.

Chuckling and shaking his head he declined, telling them he had some training to do and inspections to carry out.

“Come on Darjan I told you Vulcan would be no fun” Warsax the older of the two nudged and tugged at his younger brother.

“See ya bro”, with that they ran off happily trailing a few other men and younger boys going about their sport.

All the Prince could do to get through the day was to think about Kadija. He masked his excited anticipation of getting back to his beauty with enthusiastic training with his warriors and visits with supportive elders. Finally he was relieved of all his duties for the day and could make his way back to his compound.

Tired but buzzing with electricity and desire he burst into his rooms searching for the girl. A frantic Cihangir followed behind.


“Your majesty she went to pick kebble berries with the young maid Pitti,” Cihangir rushed to tell Prince Vulcan.

Disappointed but not wanting it to show the Prince turned and went to his shower house to clean himself.

When he returned to his chambers he could hear two girls giggling and he saw them eating their berries. On seeing the Prince both girls stood, the new maid rushing to bow.


Kadija was breathless, her body had been on fire all day waiting for his return, if she hadn’t gone out to expel some energy picking the berries she thought she would combust into ashes.

Hungry silver eyes stared at her. She bit her lips to prevent herself from moaning in front of Piti. Squeezing her hands she looked down to the floor. She just couldn’t take it, this woman couldn’t handle so much desire and happiness. İt’s like her heart wanted to leap out of her chest into the moon.

The maid Piti felt the fire between them and decided to exit herself real fast.

“My Lady, my Prince” she bowed and exited.

Not even sparing the maid a look, Vulcan made his way to his desk. His long hair was damp from his bath.

“I’m very hungry beauty, Did you leave any fruits for me” he asked seductively. Looking up Kadija nodded hurriedly bringing her little basket of sweet berries to his desk. Taking out a knife he started to cut the small berries in half. Kadija watched him watching her.

“İ need something to eat the berries off of” he stated.

Confused Kadija looked around for a platter, her hands nervous and trembling.
Luckily she found something and brought it to hand it to him. He grabbed her hand and brought her around the desk. Standing up he braced her along his desk and looked down into her eyes. Slowly picking up the berries he squeezed one after the other onto to her cheeks, lips and chest.

“İ think i want to eat it off of you Kadija” his hot eyes raking her body.

“I‘ve wanted to eat you since the day I saw you bathing naked in the river. What if someone else had seen those full juicy breasts of yours. Hmm? Weren’t you afraid of being seen, how could you be so brazen to show what’s mine? How should I punish you beauty? Prince Vulcan revealed.

Kadija’s mind tried to remember the day. İt had been the only time she had gone naked into the river. İt was a secret spot that she often went to.
When she was twelve she had found the river and once she had met Prince Vulcan there. His back had been heavily bruised and he sat at the edge looking so lonely it was tragic. When he spotted her looking at him his angry eyes burned. He never said a word but took up his shirt and covered himself and left. Ever since then she would go back there in hopes of seeing him again. But it never happened.

But to think that he had been there that day, watching her naked bath and splashes. Her cheeks burned, feeling suddenly shy.

He smirked,

” Let me show you exactly what I wanted to do to you that day” with his erotic eyes he lowered his head to her neck and licked the berry juice.

He sucked and bit, his every touch sending waves of pleasure through Kadija. He hoisted her onto his desk, using the knife beside him he made slits in her dress. He ripped her dress down the middle causing her plump breasts to spill out. Then he squeezed berry juice all over her juicy mounds and feasted. Kadija bucked and wiggled. Her flames burned hotter looking down and seeing his mouth sucking her nipples. Grabbing his head she arched her back, her body begging to be devoured.

“I’m very hungry, Terrah (term of endearment), I have been hungry for a long time. İ want to eat everything.”

With those words he proceeded to rip the dress further down to her thighs exposing her smooth belly  and beautiful silky junction. Kadija slowly understood what he meant, shyness filled her mind and she tried to wiggle away over the desk. The prince used his strong arm to hold her two hands behind her back. No amount of wigglling could release his hold.

Kadija could feel the berry juice running down her thighs and into her warm core. When she felt his tongue begin it’s deliberate trail towards her womanhood, she shook her head not ready for this.

“Yes beauty you want it and you don’t even know it” he looked up at her face. She was so turned on that he almost forgot his promise to wait until their wedding.

“Don’t look at me like that, or you may get more than even this Tera (baby/sweetheart)” not being able to wait anymore the Prince dove right in and sucked, licked and flicked his fill of her.

When he found her spot he assaulted her over and over again with his tongue, his strong hands gripping and supporting her quivering thighs over his shoulders. He squeezed berry after berry into her sweet folds and ate his fill. Kadija moaned and moaned, her hands now free she grabbed his head and hair begging for more until she could take no more. Her abdomen  contracted hard from the pleasure of his tongue, her legs shook feeling like jelly. Vulcan never stopping his assault until eventually she simply fainted from the pleasure.

The Prince chuckled at his sweet beauty, his pleasure flowing over him in waves. He looked at his fainted beauty and knew that he was a goner.

Getting up he carried her to his bed. The used his knife to finish ripping off the dress. Throwing some water in a basin he used a soft cloth to clean her. Taking his time, enjoying all his erotic fantasies that plagued him ever since he had seen her bathing naked by the river a few years ago.


“Now your mine and you are here with me,” he thought.

“İ won’t ever let you go beauty” kissing her lips he left her to rest.

An hour later Kadija woke up. Feeling languid and content she looked around for Vulcan. Grabbing a robe neatly laid out nearby she quickly put it on. She noted that her body had been cleaned of the berry juice. She instinctively knew that he was on the Porch. She went to him.

Shirtless with muscles bulging in the moonlight, Kadija imaginarily palmed her head wondering if this man intended to kill her with his beauty. Death by beauty, here rests a happy Kadija. She giggled at her silly thoughts.

Hearing the girly giggles and seeing the girl covering her mouth as the giggles got even more. İt caused a smile to come to the Prince’s face. He ran up to her picking her up and hoisting her in the air.

“What is so funny Kadija, share the joke” he said. To which she could only giggle as some more. When she was a little bit more in control she explained to him about him looking very handsome in the moonlight and him killing her with his looks. He too chuckled at her funny imageries.

“I’m glad i make you happy without even trying. İ never liked seeing you cry.” He stated.

Pausing to look at him, Kadija said quietly
” İ wasn’t crying because of my circumstances but because like the stars in the sky, so were my dreams of being with you, far away and impossible to reach. İ cursed myself for being so foolish as to desire the love of the great Prince of the Mabutu tribe, so stupid, so unreachable I thought, yet my heart kept burning with hope. That’s why I cried.” She finished laying her head on his shoulders.


“İ know my place in the tribe, i know i shouldn’t aspire for much but i do, yet i could die happily now for having this time with you.” Kadija shared her feelings.

“Say my name,” Vulcan said softly to her.

Kadija looked him in the eye and said,

“Vulcan, Vulcan, Vulcan…” she said it over and over again, softly, seductively, cheekily, even in a deep manly voice to which he chuckled shaking his head.

“No not that voice” he laughed a deep laugh as she continued with her funny voices, especially when she called his name like the old tribe woman Damağa who was know for her high pitched scraggly voice.

Holding her he told her his mind

“ i want you to be my Queen.” Seeing the doubt in her eyes he said,


“Don’t think about all the obstacles, just know that you will be my Queen and I will take care of everything.”

Nodding her head she was tempted to contemplate the many differences between them and the reaction of the Tribe. But she would not let him go either. What was once impossible and so far away was now near and in hand. What kind of courage would she have if she was afraid of a few people that wanted to take him away. With that thought, determination settled in her heart, she would stick to her man.