The Royals: A Kings Heart

Chapter 137

MTHUNZI'S POV_

The palace was tense. Nkosi was pacing, shaking and unable to keep the fire off him. Thembisa's father was adjusting surprisingly well to seeing these visuals. Either that or he expected them. Zwe was reading the book, gathering some information with Amahle. I'd asked Sibonelo to drive up with Busi I didn't trust anyone else to. At this point, I had to stand in the courtyard in guard because the King was livid. He was ready to kill this imposter.

She: "Where is my husband."

Nolwazi: "He's working."

She: "Where is he?"

Nolwazi: "Sisi. Mehluli is a future King. You can't be hanging around him all the time. You heard there's an emergency. As a future queen, you need to be more independent. What happened to your studies?" This girl stared at her, with a cold expression. "A king needs an educated woman by his side, doll. Those big bums won't help you." This was not the time but the second queen was fearlessly funny sometimes.

Nhla: "Big bums." She laughed with her twin. The girl got up. The second queen, stopped her.

Nolwazi: "While we're still here, I think we should plan the wedding. Please sit. The theme needs some sizzle. I was told you love the colour pink. We could slightly incorporate it with the gold. Maybe even darken it a little to a light purple, magenta. What do you think?"

She: "Okay." She sat down.

Nolwazi: "What is your favourite cake?" The girl looked at her confused. "Let me guess, chocolate? That's a lovely choice darling. However, I suggest a variety on your seven tier cake. I'm going to call the baker to come over and do a cake test. Wouldn't that be a great time for us to bond?"

She: "Yes." The queen was doing well in keeping her occupied in conversation. My phone buzzed. Sibonelo and Busi had arrived.

Mthunzi: "My queens. We'll be having an emergency council meeting for a bit longer, the rest of the council has just arrived. Please do excuse us for the day."

Nolwazi: "Yes Mthunzi, we will be right here. Thembisa and I have to pick the songs for the wedding."

She: "I want to speak to my husband." She stood up again.

Nolwazi: "He is busy-"

She: "I want to speak to my husband!"

Nolwazi: "Mthunzi, the floor is yours." I can't take her to Nkosi. He is way too angry to reason with at this stage.

Mthunzi: "The Kings are very busy, Thembisa. Once he has a moment, he will come to y-" She walked right past me into the palace. "Hey!" She walked up the stairs, opening the rooms. Nkosi was in his office but she obviously didn't know where that was. "I said, Nkosi is busy!"

She: "Tell him his wife wants to speak to him."

Mthunzi: "Yeah I bet she does!" I snapped. I hardly lose my cool but this situation with this woman was getting under my skin. "Please wait until we are done with our meetings. He will see to you soon."

She: "I will NOT wait. I am his queen. I come first!"

Mthunzi: "Thembisa, please calm down. I promise the prince will come. Okay? We just need to fix something else." Arguing wouldn't work, I had to calm down in order to calm her down.

She: "Where is he?"

Mthunzi: "I'll call him for you. You can wait in the courtyard." She walked down the stairs to the courtyard. How did they live with this thing for almost a week and not notice? Nkosi cannot possibly be this blind. Any person who knows Thembisa even after one meeting with her, knew how soft spoken she was. She never raised her voice and could never be angry. What was this?? I walked down to the visitors lounge.