The Royals: A Kings Heart

Chapter 111

Five days later.

SASA'S POV_

On Monday, we had gone back to the villa. I had a feeling Nkosi was mad about something but he refused to tell me. Maybe he'd had another fight with his father, I don't know but it doesn't involve me. So I haven't butted my head in. I've been focused on my assignment and classes this whole week, I was getting tired too. I woke up this Friday morning with the full intent of doing something for myself. Anything. Perhaps a few hours in the garden, reading a book. Nkosi had a few meetings. He wasn't in bed so I assumed, he'd left already. I got out of bed, walking to the bathroom. My stomach felt itchy or hard. I looked at it and laughed.

Me: "You've got to be kidding me." I stood in front of the full length mirror staring at the painting done on my stomach. No wonder I was feeling feathers and butterflies in my sleep, Nkosi was painting on me like I'm his canvas. I didn't even know he could paint like this. I draped a cloth around my waist and another tying my boobs then took my phone and captured a picture. This was beautiful. I looked like art. I sent the picture to him. He responded: "my beautiful wife." I didn't want to wash it off but what could I do? I replied: "Husband, how am I supposed to wash now?" I sent it. He replied: "It's water paint baby, you can bath or you could wait for me, I'd love to bath you." I giggled. This one is crazy. "You'll bath me in the evening my love, enjoy your meetings. I love you." Nkosinhle would leave that meeting with the speed of light if I even entertained him and I want to bake him a cake today as a surprise. He can't be here. I took a bath and got dressed in a brown body fitting simple maxi dress with long sleeves. I could attend the one class I had and then go to the kitchen. After getting dressed, I sat down in my work desk and set up my system, attending the class. We hadn't begun yet, so I went through my notes. Our virtual system was great. We had a text option to ask questions we need clarification on. Depending on the lesson, which is stipulated at the beginning of the session, it's either interactive or strictly teaching. If it's interactive, the lecturer answers our questions as they appear. If it's only teaching, the questions are recorded and the lecturer answers them individually and publicly for everyone to read the information after the end of the day. Our lecturers were quite efficient. Our university was honestly the best, I can't lie. My husband did that. I giggled to myself. 80% of my class was virtual. They were starting to join and the lesson would begin shortly.

After my class, I checked my notes and attended the group discussion on the topic. After about half an hour, we adjourned. I went to the restaurant kitchen.

Me: "Hello Melanie, can I use the kitchen? I want to bake."

Melanie: "Yes Your Highness. I'll prepare it for you."

Me: "Thank you." I went to go fetch myself a bottle of water, thinking of meditating since I haven't done so in a minute. My dreams were not as clear these days. I slept peacefully but nothing was happening. In case, I was missing something, perhaps a 10 minute meditation session would help. I collected my things, making my way to the hut. I entered and covered my shoulders. After lighting the candle and burning the leaves, I sat and breathed the purity. Without even uttering a word, just positive thoughts, light, goodness. I thought of all the good things I needed in my life. A happy husband, extra energy to pour into my school work, more emotional capacity for me to carry the new family I have joined. Love in the Sikhosana palace, health and peace for my family at home. Success for my friends in their various projects and joy in their personal lives. Just everything to go well. After the peaceful session, I left the hut and made it to the kitchen once again. I hadn't baked a cake in such a long time so it took me a bit to remember my steps. I decided on a chocolate and red velvet. Just a two layer cake. Chocolate was my mother's personal favourite and Red velvet was my sister's. My dad loved all of them. I could manage making two medium cakes because there was two huge ovens, one would be sent to the palace. I made the cream cheese frosting while they baked then placed it in the fridge. I cleaned up, while waiting. My timer went off and I took the cakes out to cool off. I was looking forward to my book, honestly. I'd have a bowl of popcorn and juice, sitting in the shade. A perfect Friday afternoon. I continued with my cakes, laying the filling on the first layer then carefully placing the second putting the cream on top and on the sides. I had some more left over, so I looked for a piping bag and made a few swirls on top. That's the best I could do with decor. Once done with my two cakes, I put them in the temperature controlled fridge. Washing my hands and going to fetch my book. I collected my popcorn and juice, going to the garden and relaxed on the couch under the trees, starting my story. Peace.