The Royals: A Kings Heart

Chapter 1

I was born as Thembisa Ntaka, to wonderful yet incredibly strict parents Ntombenhle and Xolani Ntaka. I'm one of two children they have. The oldest. My younger sister is only 5 years younger than I am. Once I'd finished my Grade 12, I was excited to go out into the world to study. I had dreams of working in an office. I couldn't decide what exactly I wanted to study and so I chose Law. I was accepted at Mountain Peak University to my disappointment, the institution was amazing but I really would've preferred to be in the other side of the country. Beggars can't be choosers and so off to MPU I went. My parents were happy with this arrangement because we lived in eMthinomkhulu village, which would allow them travel to see me without being on the road for half a day. I loved this setup too because I'd also be able to go home often. They were only four hours away.

Xolani: "Ntombi yam. I want you to make us proud. Please stay away from drugs and alcohol and these night places. We taught you to respect yourself. Stay away from men." I should've listened to my dear father. My first year in university was great, I had made a friend who was originally from a bigger town in the same province as my village. It was called Kingstown, it was at least two hours away. Her name is Zimmy. She made my life exciting with just her stories. She would be the one who goes out and comes back to our room with shocking funny situations. Our first year came to an end. It was finally time for me to return home.

Zimmy: "Friend, we need to celebrate. We finished our first year! Come on."

Me: "Tshomi please. You know I don't go out to clubs and such. I hate those places."

Zimmy: "How can you hate something you've never experienced? Please be serious babe. Look, give it two hours. Just two, then we come home."

Me: "Fine. No drin-"

Zimmy: "Two drinks. Just two."

Me: "Fine. Two hours. Two drinks. Then I come home." She squealed, excited. Zimasa is a child honestly. We spent the afternoon choosing clothes to wear.

Zimmy: "Oh this would look so good on you."

Me: "I think not. Zimmy, this won't even go over my bum. No short dresses."

Zimmy: "And this?" I looked at the red body hugging dress.

Me: "Immediately no."

Zimmy: "This two piece."

Me: "I don't think so. What's wrong with my clothes?"

Zimmy: "Maxi dresses? Thembisa, don't make me hate you. Jeans then? And a cute crop top that carries your boobs like Jesus does his cup of wine." I laughed.

Me: "You come from hell don't you?" We settled on skinny jeans and a black crop that was backless, plus a short block heel sandal. Zimmy had the shortest denim shorts, a floral wrap top that only tied up her breast, a white blazer and black heels. She helped me with very minimal makeup. By 8 in the evening, we made our way to the club. This was one of the upper class spots in Mountain Peak, by the looks of the cars outside. We got a high table, sat down and Zimmy ordered cocktails. I have to admit I didn't hate looking this good. Finally doing something grown and fun, not just studying and revising. Our cocktails arrived, looking so pretty. I took my first sip.

Me: "This tastes nice."

Zimmy: "It does ne? So... What do you think of the place?"

Me: "It's gorgeous. Looks expensive."

Zimmy: "There is absolutely no need to worry about that. I just need you to let loose. You go home tomorrow and I know you'll spend your entire holiday tending to sheep." I laughed.

Me: "We don't have sheep. Just a few goats and chickens."

Zimmy: "I wish you'd visit me in Kingstown at least for a week."