Azalea The Queen

Samkelo

I jogged back to my chambers. I nodded at my two guards before getting inside and tossing my phone and AirPods on my bed. I did my morning routine, took a shower, and got dressed in my dress shirt, black suit pants, and a pair of dress shoes.

I trimmed my beard and brushed my newly done fade cut. I took my suit jacket and draped it over my forearm. I grabbed my wallet and cell phone.

"Get the car around." I gave an order to my guards. One of the guards nodded and jogged to get my car. As I waited, I saw a figure sauntering over to me. I immediately felt depleted. "Why is she still here?" my voice was rough and demanding as I reprimanded the guard standing a few feet away behind me.

"She must have come back last night sir, we dropped her off at her apartment as you instructed yesterday." the guard confidently said so. I hummed, I like my guards assertive.

"Sam!" Dammit I hated that God-forsaken name. I clenched my jaw as I looked over at Nozi.

"I don't have time for this, why are you here in the early hours of the morning?" I wasn't about to play around with her. She needed to learn to know her place in this palace. No one does as they please here, hell she should not even be here.

"Awe Sam, don't be like that. I came to have breakfast with you before you go to the office."
Breakfast? Was she mad?

It seemed she didn't do her research well enough. "Go back to your apartment now!" I turned around to leave.

"Miss, I'm gonna have to escort you to your car."

I got inside my car in the backseat. The car took off, heading to the office.

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I was exhausted by the time I was done at the office, it was pretty late as well. I sighed, adjusting the black tie around my neck that my grandfather forced onto me at lunch hour. That old man was always making sure he got on my last nerve every single day. He knew I hated cramping myself up with a tie, yet he always insisted.

Arriving at the royal kingdom, I was about to head to my chambers and literally pass out from exhaustion but just my luck.

"And where do you think you going?" I shut my eyes for a mere second to take a breather. When I opened them again, my beautiful mother's face glared at me.

"To sleep, of course."

I tried to keep my demeanor dormant but I knew it was a losing battle with her. "Mbulazi,"
She had me there. I sighed bringing my hand to rub across my face.

"Ma, I'm tired. I had a long day today, can't I just skip dinner?" I tried to persuade her.

"Aw, baby you know that's not how it works. Family comes first." she brought her hand to caress my cheek. "Go and have a change of clothes, I'll tell your grandfather okay?" she smiled at me when I reluctantly nodded.

I sat at the dining table surrounded by the Queen mother, the former king, my grandfather, and my father and his wives. These dinners were always depressing, to say the least. "I was beginning to lose my appetite. Don't you know that making your elders wait is rude?"

I kissed my mother's head and ignored Sphokazi, my father's third wife. I hated how she thought she had a say in my life just because she happened to marry the same man that her sister married. One of the reasons why I loathed her. Who married into the same family their sister married into, worse the same man?

"Nyana, how are things at the office?" my father's monotone voice snapped me from my thoughts.

"Fine." I gave back the same energy he threw at me, a lack of interest in each other.

"So no one is going to acknowledge my existence in this room?" My so-called aunt grumbled. She was annoying. I wanted to be done with this dinner so I could just leave this table. "Mxm" She was so immature.

My grandfather cleared his throat. Everything kept still. "Nkosiyabo, I have given you enough time to choose a wife for yourself. I don't know what it is you were doing but that time is up."
My nose flared with anger. This topic again.

Why was everyone so invested in my damn life? I was a grown man for fucks sake, I didn't need anyone choosing a wife for me or giving me ultimatums.

"Mkhulu, I don't time for a wife right now, I'm busy with the company as it is." That was my everyday excuse, the company or the throne.
As the firstborn and an heir to the throne after my father, I had duties to fulfill. I had to learn a lot from the King in preparation for taking the throne one day.

"Exactly why you need a wife, you need someone by your side to cater to you. As the crowned prince you can't remain single, it is unacceptable." My grandfather crossed his hands on top of the table and directed his whole attention at me.

"There will be a selection ceremony. And no one or nothing is going to stop it from happening. We will choose the best candidate for you in a week's time." He left no room for arguments, and I knew that the topic was closed.

I got up, my chair screeching in the process, just an indication of how angry I was.
"I have lost my appetite, have a good night." I went and kissed my grandmother's head who was awfully quiet tonight.

I made my exit from the dining room. I needed to be alone right now. So instead of heading to my room, I headed to the garage instead.

I needed to be out of this palace.

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A/N

There won't be much of Samkelo's point of view, and this chapter was just a filler.

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