Zitha



She hid her smile as she listened to people talk at the tavern, the news of the death of the King had spread like a wildfire.

But she still could not believe that, the spineless Bhekokwakhe really did it.

I wonder who will be next in line one drunkard said

Obviously it will be that boy who has never sparred in his life, he is such a sissy.

Zitha smiled a little at how they talked about Bhekokwakhe, if he heard them there would be hell to pay.

Now that the King is dead all that is left is to focus on her next move and that will be to make sure that Bhekokwakhe weds her.

She walked out of the stuffy tavern and went into her tiny place next to the Royal house, it was not bad any peasant would be over the moon having to stay here but it was not what she wanted.

As she removed her cloak she was met by Bhekokwakhe, she was not surprised seeing him here, “You heard?”

She nodded as she went to join him at the table “Just now.”

“He’s dead.” It was as if he still couldn’t believe it, she held his hand and smiled a little “Yes he is and he had it coming you hear me?”

He nodded without looking up, so she carried on talking “Now it is time that you take your rightful place on that throne before they try to overrule you.”

“But,”

“No,” She said, she couldn’t allow him to back out this now not after all the walk she has done and put into all of this. “Remember why you did this, you are the heir.”

Bhekokwakhe stood up and nodded “You are right, I am the heir, I am the one who is next in line. Come with me.” He said as he went for the door.