KHAYA'S POV _
After the King walked out the room, I still couldn't stop shaking. I was in trouble. I wanted to throw up.
Nkwe: "Are you okay, baby? At least my father has accepted we're to marry. I didn't think I'd have to start with him first but at least he knows now."
Khaya: "Yeah. At least he knows." I sat in the chair feeling light headed.
Nkwe: "Let me speak to him. I'll be right back." She walked out. I tried breathing exercises and they didn't work. I have to call for my brother. I took out my phone, dialing Sibonelo's number.
Sibo: "Yes bug?" He answered.
Khaya: "Bobo, I need help."
Sibo: "What's wrong?"
Khaya: "I'm in trouble."
Sibo: "Where are you?"
Khaya: "I'm at the villa. The prince's villa."
Sibo: "Okay, come to his suite. I'm here."
Khaya: "I don't know where that is Sbo."
Sibo: "Okay, I'll send a guard to come fetch you, where are you here?"
Khaya: "In Nkwenkwezi's room."
Sibo: "Good God, Khaya! Fine, hang in there." He hung up. I waited for a few minutes before I heard a knock. My heart jumped. Oh, that must be the guard. I opened the door.
Guard: "Khaya? Follow me." I followed him to Nkosi's room I guess. Was Sibonelo still working? The king said Nkosi is in hospital. And Thembisa is missing. Missing how!! What happened here? I entered the room, walking in. The prince looked at me. Oh Dear God. Why is this happening!!
Khaya: "My Prince, good evening. I am so sorry for imposing, especially at this tim-"
Nkosi: "Khaya-"
Khaya: "I know I shouldn't even be here. I should've listened and just stayed at hom-"
Nkosi: "KHAYA!"
Khaya: "And now I have to marry her because I don't want the king to kill me. He dared me to admit I don't want to but I couldn't. I have to get married."
Nkosi: "Bug, it's me!" I stared at him.
Khaya: "Your Highness? Why are you calling me bug?"
Nkosi: "Because I'm not Nkosi. It's me, Sibonelo."
Khaya: "My Prince, are we doing improv? I will participate but I have to fix my problem first."
Nkosi: "Goodness. Khaya, the prince is in hospital-"
Khaya: "I'm looking at you right now."
Nkosi: "Listen to me carefully. Nkosi is in hospital. The king turned me into his clone so that I can attend the board meeting tomorrow. Please don't faint."
Khaya: "That's not possible. You can't clone a human, Your Highness. Where's Sboni? It's okay, you can trust me."
Nkosi: "Khaya."
Khaya: "He's still alive, right? Oh my God. Please tell me he's still alive?"
Nkosi: "I am still alive! I'm right in front of you!" He shouted.
Khaya: "Your Highness don't be angry but you're not Sibonelo and you can't pretend to be him because you don't look like him. We have to tell Zwe. Is Sboni dead? Yoh. He's going to be so mad. Was it a mistake? Wait, why did you call me here? You can't get rid of me, Your Highness. I'm a child!"
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