The throne's keeper.

Chapter 3 - Vanilla.

Khwezikasi.

"Have you done this before ?"

He asks as he steers the wheel of his seventeen million rand rolls Royse Cullinan into the drive way of the mission house and I look at him once again.

"Pre marital counseling ?"
I ask.

"Counseling."
He states as he starts to yield the car to a stand still and he looks at me again gorgeous features and captivating eyes as the car comes to an automatic halt.

"I've been to counseling a few times."
I confess.

"Don't you have a story to tell."
He says as he gives me a subtle smirk while now unclippes both our seat belts and he steps out of the car as I too step out.

"Relationships ?"
He asks and I shake my head at him.

"Family traumas."
I state.

"Even worse."

"Sounds like you have a story of your own."
I say and he stops in his tracks as he continues to stare at me in a way that suggests that he's thoughts have been intruded by something else.

"I do. Several infact."

"You've been to therapy seven times ?"

"No I've had several rounds of therapy on several different occasions, two of which were in a mental institute."
He simply says as he now starts the walks down the path way to the entrance of the mission house like he didn't just drop some heavy and confidential information on me.

Just what the heck is with this guy ?

I follow behind him as he leads the way and just as we get to the porch the priest opens the door for us in a wide and welcoming smile.

"My prince, I trust your well."

"We are well Father, thank you for asking, this is my fiance and soon to be wife, Khwezi and Khwezi this is Father Cotta."
He introduces and I bring forth my hand to the man to shake and he shakes it.

I still can't get used to being called somebody's wife, and what does this means to him ? Am I just a person that his family forced him into marrying ? Because he's handling this a lot calmer than I am  almost as if I am spiraling on my own.

Father leads us into what seems to be an office which is wide and it looks out into the middle of the house which is a courtyard.
You can see the other side of the house right after the open area in the middle of the house.

It's gorgeous.

The office has a designated area where he seems to do all his admin work at and a seating area that has a one two seater couch a coffee table and two sets of chairs on the other side.

Father takes a seat on one of the two chairs and Sanele and I sit on the couch, very close to one another because this couch is big enough for us both but Sanele doesn't seem to care so much about personal space.

I fold my leg over my knee but I struggle a little because the rest of my knee bumps his leg and so I am forced into an awkward bend.
He takes my leg and he swiftly drapes it over his own so my knee is bended properly in a quick subconscious move and the feel of his hand against my bare skin sends bolts of electricity through me, as for a second my heart skips two beats and the place he touched feels tingly as it yearns of the feel his warm palm.

"Comfortable ?"
He asks as as he looks at me now and I give him a little nod and he looks back at the priest, detaching his hand from leg.

Focus, don't be distracted by this sudden show of thoughtfulness.