The throne's keeper.

Prologue.

Khwezikasi.

Feather light kisses, gentle squeezes and arousing back rubs adorn my body.

I feel so fragile, but I yet I feel untouchable like i can conqour anything.

In his hands I am the most brittle thing on the planet, glass and I are not far apart, we're more or less the same. He is gentle, attentive and he is calm, all of the things that drive me apart, all of the things that drive me crazy, all of the things that drive me greedy and selfish that no other woman deserves him except for myself.

But what do i want, what is it that I get to offer to this amazing soul except for chaos and instability.

He applies pressure on my Achilles and I close my eyes as I lean back on the pillow of his couch as pain leaves my feet and a small smooth chuckle leaves his thick lips before he goes back to rubbing my feet.

A chore he's taken on since we were nineteen and since we discovered just how much more we can give to each other than just occasional feet rubs and back massages after long shifts.

Nkululeko...

A smooth and gentle soul. With a love for fine wine and jazz, and a heart beyond what he can offer.

What am I going to do without him ?

"Your sleeping again."
He says once he's stopped his rubbing and he softly brushes against my exposed legs.

"Can I atleast sleep here ? Just for tonight..."

"Even if I wanted that to happen I wouldn't be able to... your getting initiated tomorrow."

"I know..."

"And your getting married the day after."
He continues and I sigh before I pull my legs away from him and he pulls them back.

"Your need to accept that this is your reality from here on. You can't keep ignoring this. You can't keep acting like this isn't happening."
He soflty says to me before I look at him again.

"I don't want this Nkululeko..."

"But you have to do this. You've already taken the first step."
He says and I look up at his ceiling for a few moments before I then stand up from his couch and I move to his open plan kitchen and I pour myself a glass of white wine that he paired with a juicy piece of pichana steak and some lightly salted vegetables on the side.

He's right behind me, wrapping his thick arms around me and he's placing kisses at the side of my face while his colognes intoxicates me and the feel of his bare chest makes me feel like I would melt into the walls of his home and hide here.

My phone rings for the sixteenth time this evening and Ignore it yet again, it's my sister.

"Let's run away from here, Nkululeko..."
I suggest and I feel him chuckle against my back and I turn around and i stare up at him.

"We can go to a place that has a beach and it's incredibly close to the city..."

He gives me a small stare before he smiles at me and he rubs my waist with his thumbs as I keep my hands placed on his broad chest.

"We can't uproot our lives because you want to run away. I have a life too you know. I just got promoted I have a lot of things to look to foward too, and my career has just took of. I don't have that kind of freedom to move about whenever I please."

"I know...I just don't want to be a part of this."

I confess before he gives my head a little forehead kiss before he wraps his arms around me again.