NKOSI'S POV_
Before I even passed through the villa foyer to the car, my father walked out the restaurant.
King: "My son."
Nkosi: "Yes father."
King: "I've asked you not to leave. It would be troublesome for us if two of you are captured by the press." Taking Thembisa's father's advice, I had to somehow calm down. I hated this.
Nkosi: "Father, it's not safe for Sibonelo to be running around town."
King: "I've got an eye on him, the army is around, he's safe."
Nkosi: "And what about the love spell?"
King: "It wouldn't hurt to have a few people fall in love with you but I'll fix it." I sighed.
Nkosi: "Fine." My body was trembling in anticipation.
King: "You're fine with it?"
Nkosi: "No I'm not fine with it, father. You know how foolish he is. I don't want to even think about what he's doing right now."
King: "If we're being completely honest, he sucks at being you. I only have faith in his brain. He was smiling like a daisy all night. Doesn't have that element of Mehluli." I chuckled.
Nkosi: "I smile."
King: "Oh please. Your smile's are nothing but menacing. When you smile something is definitely wrong. Why are you being nice to me? Wait, you are Nkosinhle right?"
Nkosi: "I'm done with you." I walked back out to the garden. I was not impressed with Amahle or Mthunzi for that matter. How does he lose me? ME. Well, Sibonelo but still, he's in my body. Does he even realize what is at stake? He has a damn love spell on him. Why didn't they take it off this morning?
Ama: "He's safe Nkosi."
Nkosi: "That's what father says but where did he go?"
Mthunzi: "He's at the mall currently." I closed my eyes, rubbing my temples. When have I EVER?
Nkosi: "This is going to be a very long day. Mthunzi, I'm giving him one hour and you're going to fetch him."
Mthunzi: "Okay." King Biyela walked in the villa with Mnqobi. Oh great, just great.
Zwe: "Baba. What are you doing here?"
Biyela: "Good morning to you too. Good Day My Prince."
Nkosi: "Morning King Biyela."
Biyela: "I can't get hold of Sibonelo, and Khaya was nervous on the phone. I thought I'd come check if everything is okay. Because you know if it isn't, his mother will kill us all."
Khaya: "Your High-"
Zwe: "Shut. Sibonelo is fine Baba. He's attending a meeting for the prince."
Biyela: "Are you sure? Khay-"
King: "Khaya is nervous because he's getting married." He walked to us.
Zwe: "WHAT!!"
Nkosi: "I beg your pardon?"
King: "Isn't that so Khaya? That's why you're here? King Biyela, Khaya and I had a conversation last night and he agreed to marry my daughter. As a friend, I'll take it easy on the lobola but I know you're good for it." What the hell is happening?
Nkosi: "Who will Khaya marry?"
King: "Nkwenkwezi of course, they've been seeing each other for a bit." I looked at Khaya. He was definitely scared. This isn't a person who wants to get married!
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