SASA'S POV_
The drive to the funeral wasn't too long. Qhama's village was just outside the town. I sat in the backseat with Mthunzi's wife.
Busi: "So you're the lucky lady." I looked at her, a bit confused. "Mthunzi says you're seeing the future king."
Me: "Oh. Yes. I am."
Busi: "Hm.. I was not expecting you when Mthunzi mentioned it. I'd already prepared myself to be a boxer." I giggled.
Me: "Why?"
Busi: "I only want what's best for Nkosi. I've already met you. You seem to be a sweet person."
Me: "Thank you." I smiled. "How long have you been married to Mthunzi?"
Busi: "Five years now." She smiled.
Me: "You look happy."
Busi: "I really am. All my life, I prayed for someone that would understand me and the gods gave me him. I grew up in a very crowded house. My parents left me with my grandparents. The house was filled with my cousin's and foster kids. My grandparents would collect the grant money for all and then spend it on themselves. Since my parents abandoned me, I had to take care of all of them as a way to pay for my stay. 9 people from the age of 7 years old, I had to cook for. The babies my cousins would birth became my own. Right up until I was 18. I almost didn't make it but god's grace, I passed and I was accepted at university, I left that house with a bag of clothes and my certificates, never looking back. In university, I met a guy. He was nice I suppose but he always reminded me of family. Every chance he got, he would ask about when last I spoke to family and so I decided to go back home and visit them. I didn't last a week there. I was stripped off everything I'd worked hard for. I was belittled, stolen from, beaten and just alot of stuff I'd rather not mentioned. Done by my own family. That was the last time I saw them and cut them off. So by the time I met Mthunzi, years later, I'd decided the type of man I wanted and what life I wanted. And I got just that."
Me: "That's heartbreakingly sweet."
Busi: "It is but I'm okay with it now. Therapy takes long but it does help. Enough about me. I want you to tell me about you. Where are you from?"
Me: "I'm from eMthinomkhulu. I was raised there by my parents. I have a little sister too. I arrived here in Mountain Peak last year January."
Busi: "And? How is it so far?"
Me: "I think I'm getting used to it. It's only now starting to overwhelm me." We giggled.
Busi: "It's a very calm city. One of the calmest in the country."
Me: "Yes, that's true. I guess that's why the King's family chose to reside here."
Busi: "Yeah. What are you studying?"
Me: "Law."
Busi: "Oooh. The noble profession. Are you enjoying it?"
Me: "I want to say yes but not really." We laughed. "I do enjoy it, it's just a lot of work."
Busi: "Keep at it, my love. It's important for people to find a purpose. You're destined for great things, you're so beautiful and amazingly sweet also, I foresee a wedding seeing how the Prince protects you and your family."
Me: "I have a question." I whispered even though the guys were having their own conversation.
Busi: "Sure."
Me: "Did you meet the last girlfriend?"
Busi: "The Prince's? Yes. Girl, don't get me started."
Me: "What?"
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The Royals: A Kings Heart
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