Zobuhle hated every minute of this feast not because she was not happy for her brother but because she was forced to wear a dress.
She wished to disappear and be off practising with her swords or reading a book somewhere but she didn’t, not only because her disappearance would be noticed but because she genuinely wanted to be here for her brother.
She searched him with her eyes as she descended the stairs, a smile broke on her face as she saw him down the stairs waiting for her.
“You wearing a dress without causing a drama.”
I took his hand and groaned “Oh I hate every minute i’m in this dress but because of you I am willing to wear this stupid dress.”
He laughed as they went to sit down on the long table, there were 4 tables to accommodate everyone who came all filled with lots and lots of food.
Her mother nodded in agreement as she saw her in a dress. She went to sit down at the front of the table with her brothers.
Her father stood up and evryone kept quiet, “We are here not only to eat the food but because today is the night I will choose who will relieve me and the Queen as they take over. But first lets all drink and eat the fine food.” He said as he sat down.