She is not the Tie, no, that is not quite appropriate. What she really is, is the finest variety of material of which wives are made, according to the standards of the Kingdom. Despite being away from her husband, a leader of one of the inter-clan groups, she ensures that spicy hot meals are always ready for him at every meal time.
The interesting thing about her, lies in the fact that there is a lot more to her than just a mere wife of the submissive typology. In a perhaps controversial and contradictory moment, she has become a contender for the ruling council of the Kingdom.
In fact, she seeks to be the guardian and protector of the Kingdom’s resources. Her capabilities are uncertain beyond the kitchen, and perhaps, an awareness of this has pushed the man in her life to be her image maker and projector, to the extent that he abandoned a mandatory expedition in order to assist her.
How much assistance would he be able to give? : thatis the question. And how far can this assistance go? In the Kingdom, the Tie will need a lot more than political assistance from her man, and he will not always be there to assist. When unfavourable conditions strike, who will she turn to for help? How will she face them?
Clan beauties are nothing more than clan beauties. They enter for a beauty contest within their clan, play politics with the important people, and obtain the crown. So yes, they are nothing more than clan beauties; exceptwhen they have a lot of money to throw around,and use their wealthy friends to complement their own wealth.
When they become this way, they are turned into clan beauties for which excuses are made in every kind of situation. When she ignores you on a day when both of you bump into each other at the stream, they will say that it is because she is a rich girl. They will say that she does not know you, she only moves in, and associates withher own circle. She can get away with everything, as long as she puts up a doe-eyed look, and wears the right makeup and attires; the males, they flock around the clan beauties as though they are a source of life.
Their stupid followership gives these beauties the audacity to behave as though they own the world. They will put up a snobbish front, and act as though the ground beneath their feet was rotten eggs. Surprisingly, they are usually unable to do more than act. They will still not be able to provide for themselves, real higher class living standards that befit the status they claim to hold. This is why, when coincidence and Mother Nature come together to play one of their unfortunate games, a clan beauty will never be left out. This season started, and the Doe, a clan beauty belonging to the class described above, was not left out. She too, had her own fair share of the tricks.
Even if the supposed Kingdom beauty princesses are of a higher beauty status that the clan beauties, it does not mean that they are more beautiful, more independent, or any more immune to coincidental tricks than any other woman in the Kingdom.
Many a time, you will find such Kingdom beauties lacking in areas in which the most common woman does not lack, and you will wonder who summoned the guts to label her as a Kingdom beauty. One must not forget that politics is the key to the Kingdom; politics is what they all eat, breathe, and sleep. Without politics, one is but a nameless face with a claim to membership of the Kingdom.
This is the mindset that guided one of these Kingdom beauties, the Princess, to go as far as stepping out to publicly endorse the Centipede, a man who was contesting for the throne, simply because she had spent most of her spare time gossiping with his love interest. And therefore, she bequeathed herself with the authority to decide that he was the ideal candidate that should be the people’s choice.
A foolish boldness, I would call it, because when the love interest of another man crossed paths with her, she became intimidated, and allowed her mind to be sold, and made herself a piece of clay, to be moulded by whichever powerful hands found themselves upon her. But even after it all, she is still a Kingdom beauty, and she is still the Princess. The day her mind will belong to her, is the only thing about her that is full of uncertainty.
Just as there is a king for every kingdom that exists, there is usually a queen, in the usual, traditional settings, that is. Some cases, we have a queen who busies herself with the welfare of the people, and with ensuring that they are kept happy.
Other times, the queen would be the type who is full of her own self, who stands before a mirror and tries to force the magic object to tell her that her beauty surpasses all other forms of beauty and then when it does not obey her command, she launches on a killing spree in a bid to carry out her idea of vengeance.
In the Great Kingdom, the queen falls into neither of these categories. Instead, her occupation is the protection of her husband’s name, even when he has done the worst, and the carrying of her heavy hips with pride that even the peacock cannot muster.
The worst part is her mouth, which runs as though a hot pepper fountain lies within, from which words are spewed: words which resemble rotten eggs, for which she is not sorry.
Of all these, the king’s name and image are the most important things to her, and she will defend them to the very last, even if all she has was rotten eggs, flowing as though from a newly installed pump. Her blood is hot. But law will stand. Just as there is a law that whatever goes up must come down, whatever is hot, must cool down too. The overheated blood of the Queen will be forced to cool down, when it eventually meets its match, in the form of what will seem like a mob, even if that mob consists only of four other people.
…the story continues
