The Royals: A Kings Heart

Chapter 145

SIBONELO'S POV_

I paced the house after I'd hung up from Amahle. What did this mean? Would Zimasa be in love with Nkosi? Maybe the spell didn't work. It couldn't have worked so quickly. Wet footsteps pat on the floor. I looked at Nobutsha. She was butt naked.

Sibo: "Why are you barefoot, you're going to fall." Shit, I was slipping out of character. My stress was peeking.

Nobu: "I heard you call your sister's name. Is she here?"

Sibo: "No. I was on the phone with her. I was warning her to stay out of my business. She doesn't know where we are but she can find us. I need to ensure she doesn't."

Nobu: "You can't leave me here alone." I felt bad for her. Especially because she didn't choose where to be born, to whom. You know what, I can't make excuses. Nkosi wouldn't compromise with his safety or that of his family.

Sibo: "You're safe here, my love. That I promise. To make sure my family doesn't come after you, I have to go to them and sort this mess out. Please promise me, you'll stay here and wait for me. Don't open for anyone. There's guards all around to keep you safe. Okay?"

Nobu: "Okay. You'll come back?" I held her hands, kissing her forehead.

Sibo: "I will always come back for you. You have my heart." She nodded, kissing my lips. "Stay warm." I walked out the house, getting in the car. The guard drove off. My hands were shaking in a way that made me uncomfortable. I dialed Mnqobi's number.

Mnqobi: "Yebo-"

Sibo: "Uthi Yebo?! Why did Zimmy leave your house and come to mine all alone?!"

Mnqobi: "She went with 3 guards, Bhut Sbo."

Sibo: "I don't care if she's with Jesus Christ himself, she doesn't go back there without my approval. Are we clear? Mnqobi, please keep her locked in if you have to."

Mnqobi: "Haibo Sboni. She's just trying to care for yo-"

Sibo: "It's not safe!! That house isn't fucking safe! Just..." I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Please keep the mother of my child protected. That's all I'm asking."

Mnqobi: "Okay. I'll do that, I swear." I hung up. The pills Zwe had prescribed for the anxiety were at home and it would be strange for Prince Sikhosana to rock up at the Biyela palace asking for Sibonelo's medication. I also can't go to the hospital because again, why is the royal heir fetching Sibonelo's medication. I'd have to pull myself together. I typed a message on my phone: "hey, I hear you brought me supper. I might not be home for the evening but I appreciate this so much." She responded:

Zimmy: "Why was the prince in your house?"

Sibo: "He was picking up my second laptop since he was closer than I was."

Zimmy: "Oh." What does oh mean?

Sibo: "I can't wait to see you." Five minutes passed. 10. 15. 20. I am going to fight with Amahle. We have to fight. She needs to make this stop. The car drove into the parkway of the villa. I got out the car, storming into building.

King: "Nkosinhle? When did you get out of hospit-"

Sibo: "Not now, my King. AMAHLE!!!" I marched to the restaurant, huffing. "Amahle." I hissed.

Ama: "Hello-"

Sibo: "No! Not hello. You have ALOT of explaining and fixing to do!"

Nolwazi: "Now I'm confused."

King: "This is Sibonelo?"

Nobantu: "Sizwengaye! You're not going to clone your own son and then forget which one is which!!! Do not make me angry!" She screamed. I have never seen the queen that mad before. It was shocking but I had a bigger problem.