Zitha handed Bhekokwakhe the poison “You pour two drops in in his drink.”

Bhekokwakhe nodded as he took the poison, without waiting any longer he hurried to to where the feast was held.

He knew that he had to act now, for the feast was about to begin.

“Where’s the King and Queens food?” He asked the servant that was helping.

“Your highness,” she said bowing a little “It is still in the kitchen.”

He went to the kitchen and thank his lucky stars when he found no one, he quickly poured the two drops he was instructed in his father’s favourite golden cup and walked out like nothing happened.

He hated how the peasants walked around his home like this and drinking his good wine and eating his food after he was to be King.

He went to pour himself a wine and was ready to watch everything unfold.

He smiled when food and drinks were brought to the table, soon all of this will be his.