The Royals: A Kings Heart

Chapter 19

NKOSI'S POV_

The morning went well in the council hall, at least. After the meeting with the community, I could feel the energy was a bit more calm.

Mthunzi: "So we'll be driving up to the first business."

Nkosi: "Let's walk."

Mthunzi: "Walk? The sun is at its peak."

Nkosi: "I'm not complaining." I stood up, my guards surrounding as we walked out. "Can you have them move back a bit? I want to see the place."

Mthunzi: "You know you're acting very strange."

Nkosi: "Strange because I want to work?"

Mthunzi: "You usually work but from a distance away from the people. You don't like people."

Nkosi: "I don't. But I want to see where my future wife grew up."

Mthunzi: "That's sweet." He spoke to the guards, having them move back. "Have you decided on what you'd say to her father?"

Nkosi: "No."

Mthunzi: "I brought a few gifts, just in case."

Nkosi: "That won't work."

Mthunzi: "Can't knock it till you try it."

Nkosi: "What is the business here?"

Mthunzi: "Welding. He does gates, burglars and so on." We reached the yard.

Nkosi: "Where does he get his materials? His equipment? It looks outdated. Is he being safe? That looks dangerous."

Mthunzi: "We'll find out." The owner of the yard came out. The look on his face was shock and confusion. "Good Day." The man quickly bowed.

Him: "Your Highness."

Mthunzi: "We're here on a royal visit, we would like to know more about your business. Can we come in?"

Him: "I'd be honoured Your Highness and my Lord. Please, come in. I apologize for the mess. I wasn't expecting you. I would've come to the council meeting but only a select few were chosen." Oh? That was new. I didn't know people were selected to attend. I thought people who were available came. This puts a whole new perspective to how they're responding to me. I walked around the yard, looking at his equipment.

Mthunzi: "Where do you get your material?"

Him: "Alot of it is donated my Lord. I buy some from a warehouse out in town."

Mthunzi: "How old is your equipment?"

Him: "Almost 8 years now. I buy it bit by bit. We've got ourselves quite a collection."

Mthunzi: "Is it safe?"

Him: "Not entirely. Only myself and son use it. The other workers have to wear protective gear and only assist." Probably why he doesn't have a right eye because he prioritizes other people before himself.

Mthunzi: "How is business going?"

Him: "Fairly okay. I'm looking to travel out as well, I have been talking to Mr Ntaka about transportation."

Mthunzi: "Hm Okay." He looked at me. I held the welding gun, inspecting it in my hand. This was at least 10 years old. Third or fourth handed. It would die down in a few months, 3 at most. This business was bleeding money rather than making it.

Nkosi: "What is your other business?" He started shaking, his mouth shut.

Mthunzi: "The Prince is asking you a question."