Azalea The Queen

Azalea

Of course, royal people had balls.

No, not the kind of balls you are thinking of. Gala dinners, charity events, etc. Meaning I was also part of attending those balls.

"I don't think I should attend the event, Grandma." I started, taking a pillow and putting it behind her head and neck to support her. "I think I should stay and take care of you. Plus I've never even been to a charity event, I wouldn't fit in." I fixed her blanket after helping her sit up.

"Nonsense, child. You are going to that event and that's final. You are a Queen to be, a Zulu princess. Fitting in or not, it is your duty to attend my child." She says, her hand holding mine. They were frail, her hands. Thin.

"But grandma, I want to take care of you." I felt like I needed to care for her. Maybe it was the guilt of knowing her condition and not being able to tell my husband.

"I have a husband, in case you have forgotten that." I smiled back at her. I shook my head at her. "Now, take that stubborn little girl and go shopping for a dress. I want you to experience it, my child. All the joys of being a royal." She gave me such an intense stare. I nodded.

"Grandma, who is the stubborn girl?" I halted by the door as I was about to open it.

"That help of yours of course. She is one stubborn child, I pray for her sometimes." She chuckled. Giving her a puzzled look, I shook my head and left her chambers. Old people and beating around the bushes.

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After trying about ten gowns, in four different stores, I was tired and hungry, borderline just ready to go home. To think that rich people did this on a daily. I mentally chuckled. I was one of them now, rich people.

"That's it, if this store doesn't have what I want, I'm not going to any event tonight," I grumbled as Zanokuhle and I entered yet another shop.

"I don't think that's an option, Your Highness."
I side-eyed her.

A lady in a tight black dress, matching heels, and a matching blazer approached us as we walked into the store.

"Hello, my name is Christal, and I'm the manager." She smiled at us professionally. I gave her one of my own warm smiles. "What can I do you for, ma'am?"

"We are looking for a dress, something suitable for a charity event," I told her. She smiled at me and nodded her head.

"Very well, please follow me." Her service was excellent. With a sense of professionalism and comfort. "You can sit right here, and I'll have one of the workers bring out some options for you to try on." She smiled one more time and left.

Taking a chance to look around the store, I was awed. I hadn't even bothered to check it out. It was lavish. "This is nice, all these dresses must be pretty expensive." I put my purse on the cream-white couch. Walking around, I checked out the dresses that hung on the racks.

"As they should. It is one of the royal establishments." I gaped at her. She let out a little smile, barely noticeable but I saw it. "Your Highness, you didn't know that this was one of the family businesses, didn't you?" She taunted.

I rolled my eyes at her. My maid and I had a weird but stable relationship. She was hard around the edges and took her job very seriously but somewhere deep there I knew she was caring, cared about me.

"No, it's not like I take time out of my day to check which businesses the Zulu family owns." I scoffed.

"Good day, I'm Zola and I'll be helping Your Highness pick out a dress." A girl, dressed similarly to Christal, the manager, came wheeling a rack full of beautiful dresses. I looked at Zanokuhle, my eyes asking her how did she know who I was.

"Everyone knows who you are now Your Highness, don't be surprised." She whispered.

"Hi, let's get to it, then." I walked toward the dresses and scanned them. After trying out almost half of them, since they were many, I finally found a befitting gown. I tried it on.

I walked out and showed them, their eyes went wide, full of approval. I smiled to myself, twirling to get the feel of it. It was majestic yet simple. It was a long brown bodycon chokehold dress. It had no sleeves. It had lace, exposing my chest and a small portion of my cleavage. The sequins were gleaming in patterns. And no it didn't have a slit.

"It's perfect." I approved. We bought it, and as expected it cost more than my mother's house. Sigh.

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"Myeni wam?" I called out to Samkelo as he put on his cufflinks.

"Mama," He looked at me through the mirror as I did my makeup. It was minimal, natural, and cute. I had declined the whole 'makeup artist' charade. I didn't want people prodding my face for hours, especially doing something that I wasn't even going to like.

"When was the last time you visited Gogo's chambers?" I applied my nude lipstick and got up. The dress I was wearing was too long, so long it even graced the floor from the back. I held it up as I walked barefoot to the bed to put my nude heels on.

Samkelo looked at me before taking the shoes from my hands and kneeling in front of me.

"I've been busy sthandwa sam, I'll see her when she's better." He took my foot and slipped on the heels.

I sighed. I was going to tell him by the end of the night. He was so absorbed by work and everything else that he failed to see that his grandmother was sick to the point of dying. He put the other shoe on.

"Why are you asking about her?" He got up and held out his hand for me to take. I clutched it gently and got up to stand in front of him. Even in heels, he towered over me. I glanced up at him and brought my hands up to fix his turtle neck.

He was looking handsome in his outfit that matched mine by color. On top of the light gray turtleneck, he adorned a brown blazer. He had on a brown pantsuit. A pair of Cavellas, more Johnathan D style. His beard was clean and trimmed. New fade on his head.

"Just thought we could go see her tomorrow morning. You look handsome." I smiled at him.

"Enough to get a kiss?" I chuckled. I got on my toes, in heels, and planted a peck on his lips. "That's it?" He whined. I rolled my eyes. As I was about to walk out of his arms, he pulled me tighter against his chest.

"You look amazing, my love." He kissed me again. Deeper than my kiss. After pulling away, I exhaled. Now I had to apply my lipstick again.
"Beautiful." He whispered. I blushed. I wiped the shining lipstick off his lips.

"Now I have to fix my makeup." I walked to the mirror and applied lipstick. I fixed my hair which was held tight at the back of my head and parted in the middle. I looked in the mirror and I did feel beautiful. My curves were prominent. My ass was shaped nicely in the dress.

"I'm going to have to keep you away from a lot of people at this event." He frowned, looking at my body. I laughed lightly.

"I'm yours, pretty sure people wouldn't mess with the Prince's wife."

"Come here," He beckons me after I'm done fixing myself. He takes out a small square box from the nightstand drawer. I watch as he opens it and takes out a beautiful gold bracelet.

"Babe, it's beautiful." I gush as I observe the jewelry. He slips it on my left wrist. My diamond ring shines bright on my left finger, complimenting and competing with the bracelet at the same time.

"It looks beautiful now that you adorn it." He kisses the back of my hand.

"Let's go." We walk out together.