The Royals: A Kings Heart

Chapter 49

NKOSI'S POV_

The luncheon was in our home garden. My mothers had gone all out. Fortunately for me, I wasn't stuck with my family only. Bathonga, Biyela, Nakhamula, Mufhuwalo and Phakamisa had joined us. The only family that was late was Mpondo. It was his thing and that didn't even bother me. The situation of this morning was still hanging in the air. My father had refused to punish Samu because it is royal council week. Apparently we had to deal with this after. I'm not letting him get away with this. Can you imagine trying to juju me? The sickness of it all. Her entire family was embarrassed and I'd make sure they feel it. Everyone seemed to be having a good time so far. The queens sat together having a chat at their table. The Kings had their own table. The princes also had their own. I was the only one sitting by myself. I didn't belong here. The only person I would've tolerated is Zwe and he isn't here. My father called me to their table and I had a good mind to tell him to leave me alone but everyone was already staring at me. I went to sit next to him.

Sikhosana: "My Prince, the other royals and I were talking about the coronation in a few months." I looked at him, daring him to say it. He swallowed. "I can't believe I created those eyes. Scary, aren't they?" They laughed.

Mthunzi: "Nkosi!!" He ran out to the backyard. Everyone stopped to look at him. His eyes focused on me. Tears. Shaking.

Sikhosana: "Are you insane!? What kind of disrespect is this!?" I got up, looking at Mthunzi to speak. He could barely breath.

Mthunzi: "I'm sorry." He whispered. My heart stopped. "We have to go."

Sikhosana: "You're not taking hi-" I bolted to the car with Mthunzi on my tail. He grabbed my arm, pulling me away. I noticed the helicopter firing up on the pad. We got on and buckled up before it lifted into the air and flew toward the city. My heart had grown ice and I didn't even know what was going on. I just knew. I knew if Thembisa was hurt, I wouldn't be able to stop myself from hurting my father. I felt a hand holding mine, I looked down. Mthunzi.

Nkosi: "Is she..." The silence cut me deeply. By the time the helicopter landed on the hospital roof, I jumped off, running to the entrance. A group of guards met me inside surrounding me. I pushed them away, walking faster to her scent. I could smell the spill of her blood turning me blind with rage. Finally reaching the operating room. I looked at the small window, Zwe looked up and back to his work. Mthunzi pulled me away.

Mthunzi: "Let him work. Amahle is in ICU. Come." He dragged me back up to the ICU ward. I walked into the room, holding my sister's hand. She tried. She tried to save two lives and keep them both alive all in one day. I held her in my arms, hugging her tight.

Ama: "Ouch Nkosi." She coughed.

Nkosi: "Are you fine?"

Ama: "I got 29 bullets in me, a few in my head. So no. No I'm not fine. Hurts like a bitch. You're shaking."

Nkosi: "One bullet hit her." The familiar feeling of instant rage hit once again. I stood up, Amahle pulled me back down.

Ama: "Zwe is good. He'll do his best."

Nkosi: "Amahle." I looked at my hands. She looked at my shaking hands. They started to shape like claws. She held them.

Ama: "You have to try Nkosi. Try your best."

Nkosi: "I'm going to kill him."

Ama: "You can't do that-"

Nkosi: "Amahle. I will kill him." She hugged me. "How could they do this to me? Why would they let this happen?"

Ama: "She is going to be okay. She will be fine." The door opened. Mthunzi peeping in. I followed him out, walking to the operating room again. Zwe walked out, taking off his gloves. I stood in front of him, shaking with a terror I've never felt in my life. It was taking all of me to hold it together. My chest tightened with every growing second. He pulled me in, hugging me.