The Royals: A Kings Heart

Chapter 93

MTHUNZI'S POV_

This was too familiar. I needed to understand what exactly happened.

Mthunzi: "Did you open?"

Busi: "No, I locked the doors instead. It's the way he said it. I don't know Mthunzi. I felt a shiver down my spine. Like something was wrong. That's why I'm praying, I don't know what it is. Maybe he wanted to harm me. I don't know." I hugged her.

Mthunzi: "Do you know which guard it was?"

Busi: "I haven't seen him before, I just thought he's new. He's wearing the same uniform as Nkosi's guards." Fuck.

Mthunzi: "Baby, I'll sort this out. Stay here in the bedroom." I walked back out the house, scanning through my guards. There was no sign of him. All through the yard. None of the other guards saw him either. I know Busi isn't lying. I know this because I didn't even tell her about last night so she has no way of knowing. I dialed Nkosi's number.

Nkosi: "Hello."

Mthunzi: "Hey Nkosi. Uhm... I think the witch came to my house."

Nkosi: "The healer is still here in the city. I'll bring him over."

Mthunzi: "Thanks." He hung up. I went back into the house. Busi was holding her bible, already rattled.

Busi: "Did you find him?" I shook my head.

Mthunzi: "I'm sorry my love. I'll get to the bottom of this."

Busi: "We need to ask a pastor to come here and pray for our house. I haven't been to church in weeks, maybe I'm being punished."

Me: "You're not being punished baby. I'll tell you everything later. Nkosi is on his way."

Busi: "No offence but can he pray?" I laughed. "This is not the time for jokes Mthunzi."

Mthunzi: "I'm sorry baby. Let's not worry too much. Can I get you some water?"

Busi: "Yes please." I got her a bottle from the fridge. "Can I also get my pills? I'm spiraling." I took her bottle of pills, giving her two." We sat on the couch, with her cuddled in my arms. Nkosi arrived in 20 minutes. I got up to open for him. The healer walked in behind Thembisa.

Busi: "Your Highness." She bowed. "Mthunzi what's going on?"

Mthunzi: "I want to check the house my love. There's a witch, who had approached us. She used the body of a dead girl. I think this guard may be her as well." She laughed. "Busi-"

Busi: "No!! I asked for a pastor. Not .... whatever this is."

Mthunzi: "This is a healer and he can help determine the energy in house."

Busi: "Mthunzi I don't believe in this stuff and it's making me very uncomfortable that it has to happen in my house. I'm a Christian. I believe in prayer."

Mthunzi: "Your pastor will not be able to control a powerful witch Busi!!" She stared at me, confused.

Busi: "And this guy, can?"

Mthunzi: "This is my house too. I need you to be safe and for that to happen, he has to be here and assess this house, giving us protection."

Busi: "Mthunzi, that person was impersonating a guard, he is probably a serial killer or serial rapist. Not a witch. He was a human. A man. Standing at my window. A witch would've barged in."

Mthunzi: "Then why were you praying??"

Busi: "To keep myself safe until you returned!"

Mthunzi: "You thought crying secret words to an imaginary being in the sky would save you from a serial killer?"