The Royals: A Kings Heart

Chapter 80

SASA'S POV_

Nkosi pulled a chair for me to sit. He sat opposite the table from me. The space between me and the person on my right was enough to be noticeable if he dared leaned over. On my left was the head of the table, the King walked in and we bowed. He stood in his seat.

King: "It has come to my attention that you lot want me off my throne." They looked at him and each other. "Did I pardon you to look at me?" They bowed again. Only Nkosi was sitting comfortably in his seat. The king looked at me and nodded. I didn't know what that meant but I sat down.

King: "Is there anything you want to say to my face now that I'm here?" Silence. "Nakhamula?" No response. "That's disappointing because it seemed to me you headed this take over. Bathonga, do we have a problem?"

Bathonga: "No my King."

King: "Yet, here we are." These people were scared of him. Why then did they attempt this? Were they that dependent on this witch? "While we're about to begin. I think it's the proper time to announce to you all, my son's fiancé. Our family treasure." They all looked at me. "The future of Sikhosana." The king sat down.

King: "Be seated so we can begin." They all sat down. My blood started curdling, giving me goosebumps. I looked at Nkosi. He looked at me, concerned. "I would expect to at least be addressed and spoken to when there is a problem. Yet, you all band together behind my back to plan my take down while my last born is fighting for her life in hospital." Where was Amahle? She had rode here with the King. I looked at the closed door.

Nakhamula: "My King. We weren't planning a take down. We decided as the council that perhaps it would be a better idea if we voted for our next King. Your reign has been a good one. We believe it would be better if another family was given the chance."

King: "On who's throne?"

Nakhamula: "My apologies Your Majesty, but the throne is for royals."

King: "Since when Nakhamula? Please beware I'm only engaging you purely for entertainment."

Nakhamula: "We as the kings, equal in title to you, feel that you are no longer fit to rule. You do as you please without any benefit to anyone. You take away and give less than. Now, you've disrespected the royal court by bringing a commoner, a young girl no less?!" The others mumbled in agreement.

King: "First of all, we will never be equals. I am and will always be your king. When my son, takes the throne, you will still be below him. He will be your king. If the gods permit and you live long enough to see his son, he too will be your king. That is not equal, it is power. Which is what the Sikhosana name holds."

Nakhamula: "Nevertheless. We still vote as a council, you can no longer rule. It would be favourable for you to respectfully give way to this vote." King Sikhosana laughed like thunder erupting in the sky.

King: "Or else what?"

Nakhamula: "It would be up to the gods to decide. I can imagine you don't want to go down as a weak king." This man was so sure of his witch, hey? He was convinced. Which probably meant she was quite powerful.

King: "When this is over. And I have your head in my grasp, detached from your body. I hope you will all realize how bad of an idea this was but then again. There's a bit of Thomas in all of us." He lifted his hand. My heart stopped. He didn't snap, there was no electricity yet. The guard walked out the room.

Nakhamula: "So we can continue, King Sikhosana?"

King: "In a minute." He smiled. We waited for a few minutes before the door opened again. The guard carried in a woman who had a bag on her head. He dropped her on the floor. "Ahh. Deliveries." He stood up, holding the woman's arm helping her stand up. He took the bag off her head. Princess Samu. "Bathonga, is this not your daughter?" King Bathonga stared at him with pain in his eyes.