The Royals: A Kings Heart

Chapter 127

SASA'S POV_

The talk with the Queens did not go well. I was not happy nor would I compromise my schooling for an event. That's not the deal that I made. We'll find a way around it. I went back to the kitchen to take my scones out of the oven but I found them already taken out. This pissed me off to no end. After I had specifically asked, nicely, to have this left alone.

Me: "Why." I asked.

Palma: "They were done, Your Highness."

Me: "I heard the timer go off five minutes ago. The oven is automatic, it switches off. Please don't ever do this again. I was specific. I do not want help. My hobby is not a group project. Please Palma. I'm asking just this one thing." She stared at me with an attitude I couldn't care to pay attention to. Ruining my whole appetite. How did this day go from happy news to this?? Just controlling and cold? I don't even want to share my scones anymore. I packaged them in a container and put them aside keeping two for myself. Where was Amahle at least? Nkosinhle was with his father painting and I didn't want to disturb them. I am not about to go sit in that courtyard. I could just read a book in my room. I boiled some water and made a rooibos tea for myself.

Nkosi: "Yes love?" I got a fright. "You called."

Me: "Huh?" Ohhh, everytime I think of his name he hears it. "I wasn't calling you love, I was only thinking about you."

Nkosi: "These smell nice."

Me: "I'm not sharing."

Nkosi: "Why not? You always share." He's right, I do always share. Palma doesn't deserve my snippy attitude. She was only trying to help. Those two ladies in the courtyard are turning me into something I'm not and I hate it.

Me: "Let's put some on a plate, put some butter and jam, you can have them with your father." I took the butter and jam from the fridge.

Nkosi: "Why must he get scones?"

Me: "You want to sit there and eat scones alone?"

Nkosi: "Preferably. He doesn't even like scones."

Me: "You don't like scones."

Nkosi: "I like yours." I spread the butter letting it melt and some bit of jam on four scones.

Me: "Here you go. You can grab these two." I gave him two cokes.

Nkosi: "Thank you. I love you." He kissed my lips walking out. I sighed, making my own buttered scones.

Me: "I'm sorry Palma, I know you were trying to help. Here, have some scones."

Palma: "We're not allowed to Your Highness."

Me: "Why?"

Palma: "We have our own supplies in the servants quarters, that's where we eat."

Me: "Palma, no one else in this house is going to eat these scones. Please take them or I'm walking to the servants quarters carrying them on my head." She chuckled.

Palma: "Thank you." I took my tea and scones going up to Amahle's room first. I knocked and opened, walking in. She was reading her book.

Me: "Hey, I made scones."

Ama: "Why?"

Me: "I was craving them. Taste." She took one, biting into it.

Ama: "It's good."

Me: "Hmm." I sat on the chair, eating.

Ama: "What's wrong?"

Me: "Your family." She laughed.