The Royals: A Kings Heart

Chapter 117

A few days later...

NKOSI'S POV_

It's been a few days since we visited my father in hospital. I didn't say much to him and he too kept quiet. He listened to Thembisa talk about her school. Her new assignment that was fascinating her and also the woman's talk. Not sure what that was about but he was entertained. I watched him closely, observing his energy. It wasn't malicious. For the first time, I could feel my father genuinely pleased. He was happy. Also, Thembisa could talk your ears off if you give her the chance. That's her nervous trait along with giggling. She's fortunate to have a sweet voice that can put a devil to sleep. I watched over her as she slept soundly. Her week was filled with school work. I let her focus and do her best. My heart couldn't bare be away from her and so I worked mostly from home. My father was discharged from hospital earlier in the week. He was said to be recovering in the palace but he was fully recovered. This confused me. Not that I wanted him to stay injured but how? Something was off. Yes, Amahle's blood was healing but even she didn't heal overnight. It should've taken a few weeks. Since his discharge, he hasn't asked for Thembisa or even visited the villa. Mthunzi double checked. I'm glad he's staying away but I'm still bothered. So perhaps it's time to talk to him. I hate talking but I didn't have much of a choice now. Thembisa stirred in her sleep, finally stretching awake.

Nkosi: "My love."

Sasa: "Hey baby." I kissed her pretty nose.

Nkosi: "How are you feeling today?"

Sasa: "Excited. I haven't seen my girls in so long. Thank you my love." She kissed me again.

Nkosi: "For what?"

Sasa: "For trying to keep my life normal and comfortable."

Nkosi: "There is nothing in this world, I wouldn't do for you."

Sasa: "And how are you feeling?"

Nkosi: "I'm okay. I've decided I need to finally speak to my father."

Sasa: "That's good but will you be able to? We still haven't gotten a handle on your abilities." She got up.

Nkosi: "I don't know. Maybe. I'll have to bring reinforcements to hold me back."

Sasa: "Do you want me to be there for you?"

Nkosi: "No baby. You go and be pretty with your friends. I'll have Mthunzi and Zwe to help. It's their turn now." She giggled.

Sasa: "Hey, you know what you could do?"

Nkosi: "Tell me baby." I lay on my back on the bed, with my arm above my head.

Sasa: "Are you trying to seduce me?"

Nkosi: "Yes." She laughed.

Sasa: "Let's be serious. Today must be smooth. So, you know how you like to paint?" I looked at her stomach where I'd placed a new painting just this morning. "But I bought you supplies sthandwa? Why am I still your canvas?"

Nkosi: "It looks much more lively on you. You carry them so beautifully." She smiled. I loved painting her belly so much, my heart gleamed when doing it. I couldn't stop kissing it.

Sasa: "You're funny. Then you'll have to take your supplies with you today. You like to paint, how about having a set up done at the palace, you paint while your father listens to music and watches you. Maybe this is something you can both bond over, giving each other guidelines and pointers. It will break the ice." The ice she keeps wanting to break is actually a glacier but her cute effort warmed my heart.

Nkosi: "We can try that."

Sasa: "Perfect. I need to pee." She ran to the bathroom leaving me in stitches. All this time she's holding it in? I called Mthunzi.