Haciah
“Haciah is everything well with you? You seem kind of out of it today.” As Zira is speaking to me, I just think to myself while looking at her. She Sits next to King Zakein as those closest to the King sit at his table and dine. That should be me sitting next to him. From what I hear from the maid servants he even treats Zira lovely in privacy. She should be bowing to me. He is only able to treat her so lovely because he does not love her. I am the woman he yearns for. Before I could answer her, something came over me and I just got up and started to walk away from the table.
Hearing footsteps behind me I look back, and it is Zira approaching me. “Haciah, my dear I can see that you’re not feeling well today. Maybe next time you will think twice before playing a woman’s game. I see you sitting there day and night wishing you were me.
However, you are too weak of a woman Haciah. A man like Zakein only a woman that knows how to hone authority can tame him. You my dear, he continues to eat you for breakfast. While I will soon be the woman advising him on how to run a Kingdom. My first rule of order will be to make you a slave. That should be easy for me to get King Zakein to agree to since you are already sleeping with a Yisraem man who will also be a slave.”
Zira, you are fairly new to the ways of the Hysieng. The alliance between your father (Ochi) King of the Usecki people and King Zakein has taught you nothing. Your people should be slaves to us. Do you really think King Ochi could stand against the Hysieng in battle? You are not a slave for one reason. It is the skills of your people. I will make you pay for your threats against me. As I leave Zira standing there puzzled my mood is brightened.
Her time sitting as a Queen will be short lived. King Zakein has placed a Usecki woman in my position. Nevertheless, I know it won’t be long. Eventually we will figure out how the Usecki people have managed to grow their grain four times over during its season. Once we are to know their secrets, we will no longer appease them.
It may seem absurd for me to still be in love with King Zakein but it is my destiny to be the Queen of the Hysieng people. Getting dressed to go out to spend time with Sorok, I choose fabrics of simple threads. Looking at myself in the mirror dressed as a simple woman is an escape by thinking about my time with Sorok. Sometimes the pressures of being King Zakein’s true woman is overwhelming.
As much as I hate to admit it, Sorok is different. He is strong and gentle. He makes me feel truly loved. But I am a Hysieng woman and he is a Yisraem man. If he knew who I was he would kill me. Sometimes I just wish that I could actually be the woman he thinks I am. Never have I actually fallen for a Yisraem man. My love has always been for King Zakein only, but this feels different.
