Azalea The Queen

Azalea

I woke up early again, I didn't know why, maybe I had hoped to see a certain face. I looked around my bed and realized that just like the mornings before, I was yet alone in the bedroom. I sighed, feeling disappointed. It had been two weeks since this started. I went to sleep late hoping to see my husband but sleep always took me over and I wouldn't hear when he came home.

I woke up early every morning, still hoping that at least I will see him before he goes to work. But nothing, the only time I've seen the man I have been married to since we came back from the family guesthouse was when we went to buy my family gifts.

Zanokuhle, my maid placed a tray that seemed to be food on the nightstand. I looked at her confused as to why I was brought food to my room. "Your Highness, your breakfast," She bowed.

"Uhh, why are you bringing my breakfast to my room, did everyone already eat, am I late?" I thought I woke up early. I quickly got up but stopped when she said.

"No Your Highness, the King and Queens have left for England for the new Kings' coronation and won't be back till next week. The King's father has gone to villages and won't be back till late." She said with all professionalism. I nodded at her. "I was to let you know that Prince Nkululeko will be arriving today and to welcome him," with that she left.

Prince who? It felt like I was the loner of this family. I was the outcast, everyone had something important to do and I just lazied around like a spoilt brat. As if welcoming some prince was a huge job. I had a husband that had no time for me, no job, and a lonely life in general. I was pretty sure my maid hated me.

I slumped on my back on the bed. I really needed something to do to get my mind off some things. I sat up and grabbed my iPad. I browsed through the internet for some activities that a princess was supposed to do to keep busy. After a few minutes of going through some borrowing hobbies of princesses, I shut the iPad off.

The internet exaggerated this royalty thing. I didn't like planting flowers or having tea parties with rich people, and I certainly didn't like shopping. How was that even an activity for a princess? I groaned. Deciding to get up, I took a shower and wore a floral sundress. I plaited my hair into long extended cornrows, it was about time I had a hairdo, but partly I wanted to impress my husband.

But now I see it was pointless since he didn't even see my hair. It was during the day that I saw a Rolls Royce drive into the palace, my eyes were glued to the slick car. My dream car! The car pulled up into the driveway. A driver came out and opened the back door. Another man came out, wearing casual clothes.

That was new, I've never seen someone wearing like that in this palace. He was wearing jeans, sneakers, and a T-shirt. A few murmurs caught my attention. The maids were talking about how hot Prince Nkululeko was, and laid back. So this was the prince I was to welcome. Why does he even need to welcome in his own home?

I stood at the entrance and plastered my best smile. Nkululeko walked to the big house and stood in front of me. He was wearing shades, so I couldn't see his eyes. He was also quite tall, perhaps as tall as Samkelo. I bowed my head slightly.

"You must be Prince Nkululeko, welcome back." I thought I had done good at my job as I watched him take his shades off.

"And you are?" He sized me up. His tone was not pleasant, not at all. He sounded like some spoilt brat with his nose up his ass. Nevertheless, I kept my smile and looked up at him.

"I'm Azalea, Samkelo's wife, nice to meet you," I held my hand out for him, I had hoped he would take and shake it but he didn't even glance at it as he walked past me. What the hell!? I was starting to think that men in this family were obnoxiously disdainful.

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Prince I have a stick up my ass disappeared immediately after that and I hadn't seen his face since and I was glad. Otherwise, it would've been hard for me to shut my mouth and not tell him where to get off. Gosh, I hated snobbish and rude people.

I was about to head to bed, alone, again! I did my late-night routine. I got in bed and went online on Instagram. Ever since my little sister introduced me to this app, I couldn't stay away from it. Obviously, I only used it to watch and not post because God forbid I compare myself with those photogenic influencers.

When I opened my search on Instagram, I was never ready. All over my page on search were pictures of my husband with some beautiful woman who looked very classy and very much close to him. I won't lie and say that didn't sting. They looked like those old friends that had feelings for each other but never confessed.

The vibes of which they gave were really strong. Looking at the account, I saw that it was a fan page of my husband. I clicked open and came across many pictures of them together. As I looked deeper, I realized that this page was not just his fanbase but a fan page about him and his girl. The more I looked at them together on various occasions, looking like a perfect couple, my heart sank.

You know those unexpected pictures that celebrities from America take, just walking or holding hands and laughing. What I was seeing was exactly that. The most recent picture was today, the day that I had waited like a fool for him to come back home. The day I had woken up in the wee hours hoping to see his face.

The day I was preparing to go to sleep late because I wanted to see him. I logged out and turned my iPad on airplane mode. But no matter what, I couldn't stop thinking about those pictures and the ships that people made about them. The girl's name was Amanda, one comment even shipped their names together as Samanda.

I groaned as I fought hard to keep myself from going back on Instagram and stalk that Amanda. But like a fool, I found myself looking at pictures of her and her thousands of likes. What had me feeling hopeless was her beauty, she was beautiful. Nicely shaped body, a cute face, just borderline perfect.

One picture, in particular, had my guts wretched, a picture of them from a few years back, kissing on the lips. I cast my eyes at the caption...

"They say your best friend is your soulmate, they couldn't have been more accurate."