The Royals: A Kings Heart

Chapter 72

SASA'S POV_

Dinner was awkward. We haven't even begun to eat but we all sat in silence. So no one was going to say anything? Our starters came to the table. Even my mother couldn't speak? No but I get it. I also wasn't about to say a word in front of the King of a nation.

Sikhosana: "Hm.." he had more of his soup. "This soup is nice."

Mama: "Try it with the bread Your Majesty." He looked at her. I was holding my breath. At this moment I wish Nkosinhle would read my thoughts and answer some of them. He looked at me. Is he reading my thoughts?

Me: "You better not be."

Nkosi: "What? You're thinking of me." He whispered in my ear.

Me: "How would you know that Nkosinhle?"

Nkosi: "It's my name. I can hear it anywhere." I giggled.

Sikhosana: "It is better with the bread." He mumbled. Okay, someone needs to say something. I would, but what would I say?

Me: "Nele, how is school this year? Second year in high school." She looked at me like her eyes would pop out of her head.

Nele: "Fine." She whispered in a mousy tone.

Me: "Hmm. Nkosi, dad was worried about his livestock, is there a way that he can receive videos of their progress?"

Nkosi: "Maybe a security system will be better. It will have cameras on the whole property so you can watch at any moment what exactly is happening. Would that be fine sir?"

Xolani: "I'd appreciate that."

Sikhosana: "Sir?"

Nkosi: "Don't start." The king sighed.

Ama: "So I'll be going home to visit my family for the week."

Me: "That's great. I'll miss you though."

Ama: "You can come with me." I laughed.

Me: "I would be honoured, one day. Just not today. You need your private time with your mothers and sisters." I looked at Nkosi. "Will you be visiting your moms too?"

Nkosi: "Yes, I'll go see them."

King: "Hm. If I knew you can get my children home this quickly I would've sat down with you for dinner months ago."

Nkosi: "Do you want to apologize for shooting at her?"

Me: "Nkosi."

Nkosi: "It's only right."

King: "Fine. I apologize for shooting at you."

Me: "I forgive you Your Majesty."

King: "I didn't ask for your forgiveness."

Me: "It's okay then, I don't forgive you, My King."

Xolani: "Thembisa." Now why am I the bad guy?

King: "We can all move on from the incident, it will not happen again." Moving on will be slow for me but it's good to know I don't have a target on my back. I flexed my left hand as it started stinging at me for no reason.

Nkosi: "What's the matter?" I looked up. The King was also looking at his hand twisting it around. We locked eyes. Don't I have enough awkward moments in my memory?

Me: "My hand is stinging."

Nkosi: "Should I call Zwe?"

Me: "Not yet. Maybe it's passing. I'm okay now." I drank some water.

Mama: "Thembisa. You never told us how you met the Prince." I stared at my empty soup bowl.

Me: "Really mama?"