09/12/2025
🔥 EPISODE 11 — “The War That Chose Its King”
The palace erupted the moment the alarm drums sounded.
Warriors rushed to the walls, chiefs shouted conflicting orders, servants scattered like startled birds.
But inside the royal garden, three people stood frozen in a moment that felt bigger than the kingdom:
Kabiyesi.
Aderonke.
Adediran.
The king’s guard captain appeared at the gate, sweating.
“Kabiyesi!
The forces approaching… they carry your chief adviser’s colors.
It is Adesokan.”
Aderonke gasped.
Adediran clenched his jaw.
Kabiyesi’s voice was low.
“We prepared for enemies from the forests…
not from my own council.”
Adediran stepped forward.
“Let me fight with you.”
Kabiyesi turned sharply.
“You? Fight for me? A man who returned to shake my throne?”
Adediran didn’t flinch.
“I did not come to tear your kingdom apart.
But Adesokan will not spare either of us.
Not you.
Not me.
Not the queen.”
Aderonke looked between them — the king she vowed to protect, and the man she had once loved.
“Kabiyesi,” she said softly, “Adesokan has planned this for years.
He used your trust against you.
Let Adediran stand with us.
This is bigger than both of you.”
The king’s breath trembled.
Not from fear —
from the weight of truth.
Finally, he nodded.
“Adediran…
today, you fight beside the throne you once rebelled against.”
Adediran bowed slightly.
“Today, I fight for blood… not for crowns.”
The gong sounded again — louder, closer.
Adesokan’s voice thundered from outside the palace wall:
“Kabiyesi Adeyimika!
Your reign ends today!
Bring out the queen…
and surrender your throne!”
Aderonke shivered.
Adediran’s eyes hardened.
Kabiyesi stepped forward, regal and fearless.
“Let him in.”
The guard captain hesitated.
“Kabiyesi… are you sure?”
“Yes.
A snake is easier to kill when it enters the room.”
The gate was opened.
Adesokan marched in with over a hundred warriors — armored, disciplined, ready.
He looked straight at the king… then at the queen… then at Adediran.
His smile broke the air.
“Ah.
The two brothers united at last.
Beautiful.
Now I can kill you both in the same place.”
Adediran stepped forward with fire in his eyes.
“Adesokan… you should have stayed a servant.
You were never made for a throne.”
Adesokan laughed.
“A throne?
I don’t need a throne.
I only needed to remove the three people standing between me and power.”
He pointed:
“You, Prince.
You, Queen.
And you, Kabiyesi.”
The battle erupted with a roar.
Steel against steel.
Warriors clashing.
Arrows flying.
The palace ground became a storm.
Kabiyesi fought like a king.
Adediran fought like a man who rose from the grave.
Aderonke protected the palace children, gathering them into safety.
But Adesokan moved through the chaos like a serpent, heading straight for the queen.
She saw him.
He raised his blade.
She closed her eyes.
A strike sliced the air—
—but it never touched her.
When she opened her eyes…
Kabiyesi stood in front of her, sword locking Adesokan’s strike.
“Touch her…
and you touch death.”
Adediran arrived next, slashing Adesokan across the arm.
Adesokan stumbled, shocked.
“You both protect her?” he spat.
“Even now?”
Kabiyesi and Adediran shared a look —
the first honest look in ten years.
“Yes,” they said together.
Adesokan swung again — desperate, wild.
But this time, Adediran struck first.
His blade pierced Adesokan’s chest.
The chief fell to his knees.
His ambition, his plots, his arrogance — all collapsing into dust.
His final words were bitter:
“Aderonke… you were the key.”
Then he died.
The battle ended.
Adesokan’s men dropped their weapons.
Silence washed the palace.
Kabiyesi, breathing heavily, faced his brother.
Adediran bowed deeply.
“I do not want your throne.
I only wanted my truth heard.”
Kabiyesi placed a hand on his shoulder.
“And now it has.”
Aderonke stared at both men —
the two halves of her life standing side by side.
But the kingdom waited for one thing:
What happens next?
And the answer would come in the final episode.
