- Laith Taher 23
“That is what you always say, and we end up
failing,” he shouted furiously.
The princess smiled. “Wenonah is a unique woman,
and I felt optimistic when I saw her.” She paused for a
moment then added, “Kendrick, You need to have a son to
inherit your throne, may you live long. Do you want some
distant cousin to inherit your kingdom? You have to keep
trying till the end.”
He calmed down and agreed to try again.
Wenonah had lived with King Kendrick ever since. She
was a simple young woman distended to be a slave, and
life, therefore, was gloomy in her eyes. Hence, giving her
as a gift to King Kendrick was once-in-a-lifetime
opportunity for her. It was the light at the end of that dark
tunnel which might, after all, disappear by that light.
Who knows? Maybe one day I will give King
Kendrick a son and become the mother of a king, she
thought.
She was happy with the king. She filled his life with
happiness and pampered him. She prayed day and night for
God to give her a son that would bring happiness to her
king.
One day, a few months after she joined the king’s
slaves, she felt very sick, started throwing up, and had
stomachaches. She went to one of the slave women of the
palace who was known to have good knowledge of
medicine.
The slave woman examined her, “Based on my
examination, it seems that you are pregnant, Wenonah.”