NKOSI'S POV_
I held her tight in my arms not giving her a chance to slip from me again.
Sasa: "Nkosi." She whispered.
Nkosi: "Sorry, am I holding you too tight?" I let go a little, holding her face gently instead.
Sasa: "I'm fine. Uhm. Isn't that your family behind you?"
Shit.
Nkosi: "Yes. They're still there?"
Sasa: "Yeah. Any chance we could evaporate into thin air? My hair looks a mess." I chuckled.
Nkosi: "That's your only concern? I'm wet because of you."
Sasa: "Really? You're wet?"
Nkosi: "Why were you in the rain anyway? Do you know how dangerous that is?"
Sasa: "Nkosi please turn around before your father whips us both." I turned around trying to hold in the laugh I had. Why was she like this?
Nkosi: "Uhm. Father, this is Thembisa. We've been dating a few weeks." She stepped next to me and bowed.
Sasa: "Good evening Your Majesty." She kept her head low, not once looking at his eye. My father stared at her then back at me. He turned around walking back out to his car. Okay, not bad. The family followed right after him. I sighed. I'll deal with that later.
Nkosi: "I need to get you warm. Look at you, shivering like a leaf in autumn." I hugged her again.
Sasa: "That's what you're worried about? Nkosi your dad looks very angry."
Nkosi: "Don't worry about him. He'll be fine."
Sasa: "Where is Amahle?"
Nkosi: "Mthunzi took her." I held her hand to the bedroom. "Sit right here." She sat on the chair. I kneeled on the floor, taking off her muddy sneakers. These are obviously ruined. "I'm going to run you a bath." She stood up.
Sasa: "I need to see Amahle."
Nkosi: "Sit Thembisa. Amahle is fine." I went into the bathroom, running the water in the bath. There was a calming salt in the cupboard I usually used to relax. After pouring a cup of it, I watched the water fill then went back out the bathroom. The chair was empty. I looked through the suite, opening the sliding door, checking the deck and pool. No sign of her. I walked back out the suite down the passage to the guest room on the other side. I opened the door, walking in. Thembisa was curled in the bed next to Amahle. Mthunzi sat on the couch staring at them, confused as well.
Nkosi: "What happened? I turned around to go run a bath and she was gone."
Mthunzi: "She walked in and got in bed without a word. How did she even know we're in here?" I swallowed. She was asleep too. How? Running a bath is 3 minutes or 5 at most.
Nkosi: "I don't know Mthunzi. What is this?"
Mthunzi: "Do you think something happened on the mountain?"
Nkosi: "Probably? I don't know." I stared at them both, fast asleep cocooned together. I had a slight hint of envy right about now. What could have possibly brought them this close? And why?
SASA'S POV_
I was running through the field with Amahle. She was a fast runner, I couldn't keep up.
Me: "Absolutely not. You're Usain Bolt. I thought we were soaking in the sun." I sat down on the grass. She laughed sitting next to me. We both lay down on our backs looking up at the clear blue sky.
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The Royals: A Kings Heart
FantasyNkosinhle Mehluli Sikhosana is the Royal Heir of the Throne. He is known to be the most unattainable man known. Even though he takes the time to be around his citizens, he keeps a very far distance of communicating with anyone. With an army of bodyg...