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Chapter 81 - 81 Beg Me

Chapter 81: Beg Me Chapter 81: Beg Me The housekeeper responded, his tone unwavering, not sparing a glance at Queen Chioma’s displeased expression.

“The servants are hired to do their jobs.

If they’re not doing them, I’ll fire the lot of them,” he said bluntly before turning away to over see the maids clearing the table.

Queen Chioma “…” Queen Chioma was left momentarily speechless, her jaw tightening as she watched him leave.

She couldn’t let this slide.

The girl’s behavior was growing bolder, and if she didn’t address it now, Nnenna might become uncontrollable.

She straightened herself, her tone icy yet firm.

“You are right.

But Nnenna, you were supposed to assist your sister and help her prepare this morning.

You didn’t show up for that either.

The chores may belong to the servants, but serving your sister is your responsibility,” she said, her voice laced with disapproval.

Nnenna paused, tilting her head slightly as if trying to process the statement.

“Oh?

I didn’t realize that, Mother.

I’ve always helped Sister because we’re only two sisters, and I thought it was something I did out of kindness, not obligation.” Her expression remained calm, but her voice carried an undertone of quiet defiance.

“I assumed her personal servants were already taking care of everything.

Since she didn’t ask for my help this morning, I didn’t think it was necessary to involve myself.” Queen Chioma blinked, momentarily thrown off by Nnenna’s composed and logical response.

She opened her mouth to retort, but Nnenna’s calm gaze held steady, as though daring her to clarify further.

The queen was beginning to realize that this version of Nnenna was no longer the timid girl she could easily control.

Ebere’s face flushed with anger as she snapped, “Do I need to ask you first before you come?

Nnenna, do any of the servants need to be told their job before they do it?

What do you mean by ‘I didn’t ask you first’?

I want you doing it every day, I don’t want the servants; I want you!” Her voice was sharp, almost a shout, drawing the attention of everyone at the table.

Queen Chioma, sensing an opportunity to reinforce her daughter’s demands, nodded firmly in agreement.

Nnenna set her previously picked utensils down carefully again, her expression calm but her voice laced with quiet authority.

“Sister, you must be joking,” she began, looking directly at Ebere.

“We are both daughters of the Achebe royal family, equal in status.

To the outside world, we are seen as twins, bound by blood and rank.

I call you ‘First Sister’ because Father decreed it so, not because it means you hold any authority over me.

Just because I am the second sister does not mean I am your servant.” She let her words sink in before continuing, her tone growing sharper.

“Are you suggesting that royals like us are servants?

That our family, our lineage, is so unworthy that one of us should stoop to such a level?

Is that what you’re implying, Ebere?

Because if you are, then by your logic, our father, the king, is not worthy of his throne either.” King Ikechukwu “??!” Her words hung heavy in the air, a challenge that no one at the table could ignore.

The room fell into a tense silence, with Ebere glaring daggers at her Nnenna, but for once, unable to form a coherent retort.

Queen Chioma’s mouth opened slightly, as if to intervene, but even she hesitated, unsure how to counter such an argument.

Nnenna leaned back in her chair, her calm composure unshaken.

“I may have done things for you out of kindness before, Sister, but don’t mistake that for an obligation.

A royal is not a servant, and I will not allow myself to be treated as one.

If you want a servant, feel free to use the ones Father has assigned to you.” The subtle power shift in the room was undeniable, and though Nnenna didn’t say anything further, her point had been made loud and clear.

At this point, the king, who had been silent, frowned thoughtfully.

Nnenna’s words echoed in his mind, and he found himself silently agreeing with her logic.

Why should royals take on the roles of servants when the palace was filled with hired help?

His expression softened, though he remained quiet, observing the dynamic between his daughters.

Noticing the shift in his demeanor, Nnenna smiled inwardly, sensing the advantage.

She straightened her posture and continued in a calm but firm tone.

“My service to you in the past, Sister, was born out of love and care.

I wanted to make sure my elder sister was always well, that you were happy and fine.

But you never appreciated it.

Instead, you used it as an opportunity to belittle me, to bully me, and to make my life unnecessarily difficult.” Her words were sharp, each one cutting into the tension like a blade.

She gestured toward Ebere’s perfectly styled appearance and added, “Look at you now.

Your maids are doing a splendid job, aren’t they?

You look exquisite, as always.

So, I see no reason to worry or involve myself anymore.

Clearly, they’re more than capable.” Ebere’s face darkened, but she remained silent, her lips pressed into a thin line.

“I have a lot on my plate already,” Nnenna continued, her voice steady.

“I’m recovering, preparing for the ball, and dealing with my own responsibilities.

If you need me to supervise your maids or their work, I suggest you ask, and do so politely.” Her gaze bore into Ebere’s, making it clear that this was no longer the submissive sister she used to know.

Nnenna’s gamble paid off perfectly.

She knew Ebere would rather choke than lower herself to beg, and she was right.

Ebere, who had been moments away from protesting, clamped her mouth shut at the suggestion.

Even Queen Chioma seemed momentarily speechless, especially since the king’s expression revealed silent agreement with Nnenna’s reasoning Queen Chioma glanced at her sons for backup, but they avoided her gaze.

None of them dared to contradict the king’s unspoken approval.

Frustrated but unwilling to admit defeat, Queen Chioma finally forced a smile and spoke.

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