The throne's keeper.

Chapter 1 - Modesty problem.

Khwezikasi.

I Iron out the invisible crease on my dress before I move out of the suite.

The passage is wide with lots of air breezing into it with massive windows along as I make my way to the dining hall.
When I get to the dining hall it's full with every single person you can think of in the royal Court so I quickly turn away from it and I head outside instead.

I manuever around the yard while I feel embarrassed that people keep trying to bow at me finally I find a nice secluded place way beyond the yard and the scenery behind it is gorgeous.

I take my time as I take in this scene as i close my eyes as I breath in the thin air of this valley.

I sit on the grass for a few moments as I bask in the morning sun in my escape from reality as I try to imagine how I am about to restart my life from here on, my new job, this new family and this new husband I have no idea how I am going to navigate all of this.

I sit in the sun for a few more moments before I decide to stand up and I make my way to finally face reality.

I make sure that my dress doesn't catch onto any of the grass as I walk back untill I am pushed face front onto the ground and I am sent sliding on the grass for dear mercy.

My thigh is in pain and my ankle feels like there is a ton of bricks on it. I don't understand any of this... what the fuck is this.

"Hey hey hey don't move too much you'll hurt yourself."
He says as I try my get myself from back up of the ground and he slightly pushes me back, holding both my shoulders to keep me in place.

"Don't touch me."

"I'm only just trying to help."
He snaps as he touches me again and I slap his hands away from me.
Doesn't he look where he going ?

"Don't touch me."
I tell him once again and he brings his arms up in surrender.

His once white vest is as dirty as my dress and he has multiple beads of sweat all over him and an angry and confused expression plays on his handsome face.

Light skin, well groomed eyebrows and bold dark brown eyes.
His thick lips are a tainted pink that go really well with his complexion and the low trimmed facial hair that covers the lower half of his face.

It's horrid how this families genes work overtime, their basically recycling their fathers identity, but he's handsome, really handsome.

Ink all over his body but he's perfect, it scares me how much I find him attractive.

If he was ugly... trust me if he was ugly I wouldnt even be this panicked. What am I supposed to do with all this handsomeness.

"I didn't mean to bump into you..."
He says snapping me out of this trance that i had seemed to be in and I shake my head before I try to stand up again and pain shoots up my leg and I painfully wince.

"It's okay, just don't touch me again."
I tell him as i attempt again to stand up but the pain shuts me down again.

Maby i should wait this out a little bit.

I don't want this man's hands on me.

"Let me help you get up atleast."
He offers and I give him yet another look and he moves back, standing back up in his feet.

And he's fucking tall too, figure hugging shirt and some joggers which don't hesitate to show how well toned he is. Broad chest, thick biceps and all.

"Im fine"
I maintain and he only nods his head and he goes quiet and he gives me and inquisitive stare with his head slightly tilted to the side like he's trying to read me.