The Royals: A Kings Heart

Chapter 77

SIBONELO'S POV _

Sibo: "Are you ready to listen to me now?" He looked at me.

Zwe: "Mxim." The guard dragged Bhekokwakhe back inside the house, throwing him on the floor.

Bheko: "What do you want from me!!" I looked at Zwe, waiting for him to continue because he told me to stop and so I've stopped.

Zwe: "Bhekokwakhe, we're trying to help you."

Bheko: "You royals never help anyone but yourselves!!"

Zwe: "At which point have you never been helped? You have a good job, you didn't lack anything, you were saved from dying a horrible death and leaving your children as orphans."

Bheko: "This is not a fair nation! That family does nothing but dictate what we do, what we eat, where we work! All of our lives!"

Zwe: "And why is that bad? Bhekokwakhe, the throne decides what produce is brought into the nation because 64 years ago a ship brought in produce that was contaminated. It was sold in the markets and that poison killed about 2000 people, creating health complications in many others. The throne put in place a law that no other nation brings in food unless it is thoroughly inspected and therefore approved. The reason they decide where you work? This is obvious Bhekokwakhe. People are placed in industries and companies they are bound to actually be comfortable in and progressive in. You have no formal tertiary education, when you applied in the employment office, you were asked your skills, you wrote a test and you were placed according to your capabilities. Is that wrong?" Bhekokwakhe stared at him, the information sinking in.

Bheko: "But you haven't been honest in the information that you're sharing with the public. You aren't telling us the truth."

Zwe: "We've shared what is important for you to know. It is in your best interest. Bhekokwakhe, I am not as patient as my brother. I'm not going to lock you in a safe warm basement and give you gourmet dinners and exotic breakfast, lunch meals you've never eaten a day in your life. I will puncture your lungs and throw you in the middle of the ocean. Your body will never resurface this earth ever again. Do you understand me or would you prefer I demonstrate?" That's the brother I know.

Bheko: "You're not going to-" Zwe stood up, walking to the kitchen.

Sibo: "You can still change your mind." I chuckled. Zwe walked back in carrying a large kitchen knife.

Bheko: "What are you doing?"

Zwe: "Fortunately for you, I know exactly where to puncture and also fix it in time for you to live a normal life but that will be dependent on your cooperation." This is no longer a threat.

Sibo: "Zwelethu-" He grabbed Bhekokwakhe, I jumped holding his arm holding him back. "Sign the fucking papers."

Zwe: "Let me go Sibonelo." Bhekokwakhe took the envelope, pulling out the papers.

Sibo: "Read it, memorize it and sign." His hands were shaking as he went through it then signed each page until the last. "That wasn't so difficult now, was it?"

Zwe: "And you better keep the terms of that agreement. Should you even try to utter a word, I will find you and keep my promise. Do you remember that promise?"

Bheko: "Yes."

Zwe: "Yes what? Am I your dog?"

Bheko: "No, my Prince."

Zwe: "Make your way back to the basement so that we can organise you some transport home." Bhekokwakhe got up and walked down to the basement.

Sibo: "Haven't seen you this mad in a while."