The Royals: A Kings Heart

Chapter 64

PETU POV_

I've been stuck in the house bored all day and now hearing the hospital got bombed. The lockdown was still on so I couldn't go anywhere. I was so worried and there hasn't been any reports on how bad the damage was. I know Thembisa and Amahle were discharged but that was it. How were the Biyela's doing? That hospital was owned by Zwe so they're probably affected. I wanted to call and check on them but I decided not to. I can wait on the news just like everyone else. I've been avoiding Mnqobi's texts all day, I didn't want to seem desperate by asking about his family business.

Petu: "Tata, do you think we can visit Sizani and the kids?"

Father: "No. Do you know how much trouble we would be in, Petunia? I already risked it by going to fetch you from that place. Now we stay put, we don't want any attention on us." I still found it strange that my father was able to come pick me up in Stellars. The distance was quite long. We lived in the newer part of eMoyeni, newly built houses. Stellars was in the east and no one went there because the owners of that entire estate were a white man and a royal family So how did he? He already shut me down when I asked which made me more suspicious but then again, father works for a company that services royal cars so maybe he got a pass. I was so bored here. My phone buzzed again another message from Mnqobi. "What can I do to make things right Petunia? I know I hurt you, I'm sorry. Please forgive me." It's been the same tune all day. I didn't believe him. If truly, he loved me he would've been honest. I knew he was promised and slept with him knowing that he isn't mine but when the time comes, I'll step away and he'll marry while I move on with my life. I knew it would hurt because I really liked him but now, It's different because he won't be marrying some strange lady I care nothing about. He'd be marrying my friend. Who'd probably ask me to be there for her wedding day and participate, how can I do that? How can I continue the friendship knowing, I've been doing stuff to her husband? With her knowledge. She probably thinks I'm loose. I can't. No. I refuse to be a part of it. I got up from the lounge, going to my bathroom. Since it was only us two in the house left, my father had his own bathroom and I too had my own. I ran my bath while selecting a playlist. After adding stress reducing vanilla bath salts and a few drops of eucalyptus essential oil, I lit some candles as Thembisa would. God, I missed her so much. I needed to collect my towel then maybe I could text Amahle, so I can call them. I walked out the bathroom, hearing my father in his bedroom. Maybe his girlfriend was here.

Father: "I didn't tell anyone. I didn't even know. Do you really think I'd mess this up? This is my opportunity to get out of this township and leave a legacy for my children." I stopped and listened closely without making a sound. "All of these royals are the same. As ordinary civilians, the only thing we can do is take opportunity as it arises. We're going ahead with the plan. They gave out food packages to shut us up. We're only in their debt. What we need in this nation is a democracy not one family enriching themselves for centuries." What was my father doing? Who was he speaking to on the phone? "Exactly. We need a place that will make a statement. Since the hospital was already bombed, that already has coverage. We as the citizens can march to that new residence, if the army kills us, it will be on their projects. Our blood and cries will seep into those grounds and tear them down. 8am. Don't be late." I went back into the bathroom quietly. My heart was hammering in my chest. What the hell was my father doing? I locked the door quietly, picking up my phone.

SIBONELO'S POV_

It's been a long stressful day. Or probably, week at this point. I sat in the bar eNtabeni while Zwe was in the family room, reviving Thembisa. It was horrible what happened to her. Imagine almost dying and now slipping into a coma days later. That girl was strong.

Mthunzi: "Hey."

Sibo: "Hi." He poured himself a drink and one for me. "Thanks." I downed the shot, quickly regretting it as it trickled it's way down my throat. "That's strong."