Zitha



She was sitting at her usual spot on the bar and thought about how the King would die today it was all just a matter of time.

She needed him gone so that she can marry Bhekokwakhe and be the Queen and in order to do that she had to keep informing Bhekokwakhe that he must kill his father it is not like he was going to miss him, he hated his father for always putting him last at all times.

Her past was about to catch up with her and she was not about to let that happen, she had her cloak on to avoid being seen.

A woman of her status was not supposed to be seen in such tavern.

“A coke with rum.” A voice said besides her and she who it was instantly. He had his cloak on too, Bhekokwakhe turned to face her, his face half hidden by the cloak “Your poison didn’t work.” He said with a little bit annoyance in his voice.

“You probably poured a little of it and you have already yelled at me don’t you get tired?” She said taking her a sip of her beer “Did you do what I had asked of you?”

Bhekokwakhe nodded “I had sent some peasant boy to go and place the sword in my father’s chambers.”

Zitha nodded, glad to see that her plan was coming along greatly “Now I want you to go in your father’s chambers and kill him, make sure that you are not seen.”

“I can’t, I’m many things but I’m not a killer.”