The Royals: A Kings Heart

Chapter 34

NKOSI'S POV_

I stood in front of the mirror on the pedestal while the tailor fitted my suit on me and altered it a bit. I was waiting for Mthunzi to arrive. I also needed feedback on how the draining was going in eMthinomkhulu village. The news were all over it. It made headlines in the early morning. Mthunzi walked in the design room as I called it. This is where the tailor worked or took my measurements.

Mthunzi: "My prince."

Nkosi: "Well?"

Mthunzi: "So...don't be mad." I'm already mad.

Nkosi: "What is it."

Mthunzi: "Zwe wasn't available. He has a busy schedule at the hospital. So I got another Biyel-"

Nkosi: "I hope it's the last brother."

Mthunzi: "It would've been but he's at school. So.."

Nkosi: "So I'm stuck with Sibonelo all day?"

Mthunzi: "Yes. But it's good because then he won't be hovering near Thembisa." I sighed. I wasn't too sure of this plan. A part of me was relieved that Zwe was busy. I don't know what I'd say to him. We were friends and grew up together before our friendship was cut at 10 years old. I always felt guilty about it but there was nothing I could do. What would I say to him now? Do we carry on like we don't know each other? I don't know how to be friends anymore. I don't have none except for Mthunzi. Do I even want friends? Absolutely not. I don't need any more humans to stress me.

Mthunzi: "Are you mad? Alot is happening on your face." I looked at him.

Nkosi: "I'm not mad. One day with Sibonelo won't be too bad."

Mthunzi: "You wished to kill him last week."

Nkosi: "And if he pushes it, my wish will be granted." I stepped off the pedestal.

Mthunzi: "Okay. One more thing."

Nkosi: "Is it going to irritate me? I'm having a bad day."

Mthunzi: "Yes but it's better that you know. Samu was at res. Qhama said she spoke to Thembisa." The anger sizzled in my muscle, tissue and bones.

Nkosi: "Ok."

Mthunzi: "Another thin-"

Nkosi: "MTHUNZI."

Mthunzi: "Last one, I swear. Uhm. Your dad is waiting on you downstairs for lunch."

Nkosi: "I'm not interested in seeing him."

Mthunzi: "I would understand but he will not stop."

Nkosi: "I don't care what he does, I'm not talking to him. Can we get a move on?"

Mthunzi: "Well, it's only half past eleven."

Nkosi: "And? Sibonelo will not come here. Let's go." I walked out the room, down the passage and stairs. What the hell?

Mthunzi: "Oh. He's early."

Sibonelo: "Your Highness. I'm honored to receive your invite." I looked next to him. How low could Sibonelo go? Didn't he just try to kill him?

Mthunzi: "What is he doing here? You know commoners are not allowed in the palace."

Sibonelo: "Commoners?" He chuckled looking at me. "This is my advisor." He smiled proudly.

Mthunzi: "Advisor? Really?"

Sibonelo: "Yes. I found myself needing one. Khaya is perfect. Not only does he have my best interests at heart, but he's also studying law." My eyes never left Khaya. He was staring at his feet. Advisor? He can barely look at me, he's shaking in that suit.