KHAYA'S POV _
The Sikhosana's knew how to entertain. The band they hired was electrifying but the singers were on another level. I was really enjoying myself. A few times I'd looked over at the princess table and she still looked at me, this time with her twin and that made me even more uncomfortable. I didn't want any problems.
Sibo: "Will you be introducing the gift Zwe?"
Zwe: "Why me? You bought it."
Sibo: "For the family. Please go, you're the oldest."
Zwe: "Mxim." He got up on the stage, acknowledging the king and queens. "I don't want to stand too long, the entertainment has been amazing so far. I only wanted to give gratitude to the Royal Sikhosana family for inviting us to such a prestigious event, celebrating the First Lady's birthday. We wish you a happy birthday, my queen. On behalf of the Biyela family, we brought this gift in your honour. Thank you." The beautifully wrapped box came in, rolled on a tray. The only Grohö dinner set. The queen had a slight grin on her face. Or the corner of her mouth lifted for a second. She definitely loves it. That's so sweet. This guy has to visit hell for making his entire family like this. I thought it was just Nkosi but nope, it's the whole clan. To them, it's normal I guess.
Khaya: "Bobo, where can I find a bathroom."
Sibo: "Hold on." He called a guard and instructed him. "He'll show you, bug. Go ahead." I followed the guard, who pointed to the nearest bathroom which was a normal whole next door to someone else. This place was huge. I entered the bathroom, marveling at the elegance. The taps were obviously Sikhosana gold. Everything else, Pure Black. I had a pee, then flushed washing my hands. I heard the door close. My heart stopped. Please be the guard. Please. I turned around to look and she stood there, locking the door behind her. What the fuck was going on.
Khaya: "Princess Sikhosana. Uhm, I was told this was the visitors bathroom. Am I in the wrong place?"
Princess: "Yes." My blood pressure started to spike. I can't be locked in a bathroom with a princess. I'd be hung.
Khaya: "My apologies. I..I will make my way out." I swallowed. She folded her arms still blocking the door. Do I shout for help? Who would hear me? Surely the guard saw her come in here and he's loyal to her, he'll take her side. I was stuck. "Please, I don't want trouble."
Princess: "Then why are you here?"
Khaya: "I needed to pee."
Princess: "In a palace? That's bold."
Khaya: "I was invited to the palace, my princess. May I please pass throu-"
Princess: "No." That's it, I'm dead.
Khaya: "I haven't done anything wrong. Please let me pass. I don't want trouble."
Princess: "You already are in trouble, commoner." I took out my phone to call Sboni. She grabbed it out of my hand.
Khaya: "What do you want?"
Princess: "What's your name?"
Khaya: "I'm Khaya."
Princess: "Khaya who? You're not a Biyela."
Khaya: "Solinga."
Princess: "Thought as much. A commoner." I clenched my teeth, hoping someone, anyone comes to rescue me. "Are you offended?"
Khaya: "I'm not offended. I know I'm not royal, I just don't know why I'm locked in a bathroom against my will."
Princess: "Well, let's figure that out, Khaya Solinga." She stepped closer to me, closing the space between us. I looked around the bathroom. "No cameras. Kiss me."
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