BLACK BONNIE

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'oh hail her royal highness queen Omuhle Rei'

Omari look towards the main palaces royal hall. A lone tear escaped his left eye when his wife slowly walked down the giant staircase. He walked closer holding out his hand for her to hold as she walked closer to the bottom.

'You look beautiful'

They had gotten ready for the ball separately since he had spent the day at the main palace and got ready for the royal ball there. Whereas she dressed with her sisters at their palace.

'Thank you. Your mother bought it for me. You like it?'

'Let's just say mama knows best.'

Omari marveled at how good and sexy his wife looked. She has not looked this beautiful and sexy since the attack. Omuhle always took pride in her looks before the attack but after that she was just too absorbed in her grief to care for her appearance.

'why are you smiling like the cat that got the cream?'

'Because I have the most beautiful wife in the country'

Omuhle stood on her tippy toes and pecked his lips before she pulled him into the dignitaries filled hall to mingle and network.

'Queen Omuhle it is so nice to see you,we have missed you at such gatherings. How are you doing?'

Omuhle did her best to give a genuine smile. It was always hard when someone asked her how she was. So she answered the best way she knew how.

'I am good,one day at a time minister'

Again she gave a weak smile. Omari watched her closely from across the room while engaged in conversation with the group he was with. Her in-laws also kept an eye on her and noticed that she was slowly getting uncomfortable with the conversation.

'Imani our daughter in law looks uncomfortable,don't you think we should help'

Imani looked at her son and signalled him to go to her aid.

'Excuse me ladies and gentleman,can I have my wife back'

The dignitaries excused themselves leaving the couple alone. She buried her face into his chest as soon as they left. He felt his royal attire get wet as he rubbed her lower back. In that moment it felt like it was only the two of them and not in a room full of a hundred guests.

'Do you want to go home?'

'Please'

She whispered into his chest. He signalled to his mother to let her know they were leaving before signalling his guards to follow him.

'I am sorry'

'It's not your fault..I thought I could do it but when they started asking me questions about the baby.. I just couldn't'

He intertwined his hands into hers as comfort then kissed it repeatedly.

'Mother had requested that no one talk about the incident but I guess they did not read the memo'

They stopped at the red light and Omuhle pulled him in for a kiss. It brought her comfort that his parents cared that much for her. They made out in the back seat like teenagers while the driver pulled up the partition.