Azalea The Queen

Azalea

"Mother, what was so important that I had to leave work?" As soon as the so called husband came through the door, he demanded answers like the arrogant twat he was.

"You will sit down and not talk to me like that mfana," I snickered. I just loved the Queens' demeanor, oozes power and control. I glanced over at Samkelo, that bombastic side eye to gauge his reaction. "Now, the both of you will start acting like a damn married couple," I immediately sat straight and suddenly felt suffocated.

"We have decided to put you two in charge of the project at the orphanage in Santon. You will head-"

"Granma! You can't do that, I have work. I can't just drop everything for some stupid marriage that I didn't want to begin with." He disturbed his grandmother as she was talking. His brows furrowed so deep that his eye sunk into slits. I think he was angry.

"Samkelo! I will not have you insult this marriage, uyangizwa?" Grandmother was fuming. I felt a small lump form but I swallowed it down immediately. It's not as if I wanted this marriage either. We were both forced into this, he can't just say that like I wanted to be part of this.

Samkelo's jaws were tightly clenched in anger. I looked away from him and settled my gaze on my lap.

"Now, as I was saying," The Queen Mother calmed down. "The guest house in Santon has been arranged and will accommodate the two of you. You will leave your maids here and travel just two of you. Don't try to fool me, because trust me I will know." The last sentence made me shiver.

"Regarding work, your brother will take the reigns temporarily." Mother said. I didn't know he had a brother. Now that I thought about it, there was a lot I didn't know about the palace, especially about the family.

"Mother, please, don't do this. Father won't allow this, he can't possibly accept this." Wow, way to go champ. Using his daddy as a scapegoat to slimmer himself out of this. I rolled my eyes.

"Your father has agreed to this, anything good to build the image of this family your father approves. Now which better way to make this family name shine than by helping in the orphanage with your wife?" Mother said nonchalantly. Was everything about reputation in this place?

"That is it. You leave in the next 3 hours, I suggest you both go pack your bags." Grandma said. "Oh, you gonna be gone for a month, the weather isn't really pleasant that side I suggest you pack well." She smirked. Wow, this family is deranged, to be honest.

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Now driving to Santon for 5 hours alone in a car with an angry and brooding husband wasn't an ideal way for me to spend the rest of my day. I still didn't understand how this was going to make us bond or have sex, but those old ladies deemed it necessary. I sighed for what seemed to be for the hundredth time.

"Would you stop doing that? It's really annoying," He grumbled. I gave him the stinking side-eye, but I didn't reply. I didn't have time for him. The whole ride I tried to keep my calm around this man and I wasn't about to let him ruin that peace.

When we arrived at the guest house, which apparently was owned by the royal family. It didn't look like the kind which people rented out. This one looked a little ancient, in an enchanting way. It was much smaller and homey than most guest houses. It looked like a normal house set in the 90s in an American movie.

Samkelo parked in the driveway. I got out, feeling tired and just sleepy. I immediately went to retrieve my bag from the boot.

"I'll take that," Prince Samkelo offered to help me. Was it the effect of the guest house already working? I scoffed and yanked my bag before dragging it with me. To hell with his moods.
"For fucks sake," I heard him mutter under his breath. Whatever.

As soon as we got inside, I felt goosebumps appear on my skin. Gosh, this house was eerie. I looked around and was instantly amazed by the interior design. The whole place looked elegant, yet homey at the same time. It showed artifacts from our black history on the walls and vases. I was taken aback.

"Nice," I said low enough.

"Let's discuss rooms and rules." I rolled my eyes at him. I raised my eyebrows at him as a way for him to continue whatever was about to spew out of his mouth.

"We have four rooms in this house, you can pick any and settle there. Rule no.1, don't get in my way and I won't bother with you." His voice dropped an octave deeper. "Rule no.2, we can only be seen together when we are outside for the public and at the orphanage. Don't expect anything when we are in the house, are we clear?"

The nerve of this man.

"Listen here you douchebag, I don't know where in the hell you get the idea that I want to be in your presence more than you do, but you better get rid of it. Also, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for" I held myself back and looked away from him. "Point is, I don't want to be around you just as much as you don't want to be around me so shut up and stop being a damn spoiled brat!"

I had had enough of him. He needed to know his place. Prince or not, he didn't have the right to speak to me the way he was. I left him gaping like a fish there, good. I made my way to the first room I found. It was empty, with no furniture at all. Weird.

Samkelo did say the house had about four rooms and I could choose any. I opened the next one and it was the same as the previous one. What the hell!

The one opposite thankfully was fully furnished with a bed and everything. I sighed in relief. I dropped my bag and threw myself on the bed. So soft! Just as I was enjoying my peace in the beautiful and comfy bed, the door was ripped open by a fuming Samkelo.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" I glared at him. Could this man be more obnoxious?

He just stood there like he was figuring something out. He chuckled, his anger was going to be the downfall of him. You could see him seething as his face contorted into something ugly.

"Is this the only room with furniture?" He asked. Ahhhh, so that's why he was angry. Well looked like the last room was just as empty as the other two. "Fuck!" he growled.

Well, that was hot. "Looks like you don't have a room," I smiled. "First come, first serve." I laughed as I sprawled all over the bed.