Zobuhle placed her sword down, she was no where near done practising but she had to go. She had no time to change into her royal clothes she hurried down the hallway wondering what was so important that her father requested such an agent meeting.
She nodded at the guards when they opened the large doors and sitting at the throne was her father and besides him sat her mother.
She quickly went and stood next to his brother Bhekumbuso “Any idea why we are here?” She whispered.
Bhekumbuso shook his head, her brother was a tall man, who bore the looks of a real man, and like a good warrior he was he stood tall and proud.
The doors opened and revealed Bhekokwakhe slugging a bit even though he tried to hide it.
Her father shook his head in disgust and disapproval.
“You have all come of age.” His voice boomed with strong authority. “I know you guys have been waiting for this day where I announce the future king.” Zobuhle looked at Bhekokwakhe as he smiled, she always knew how much her brother wanted to be the king.
“I can say some of you have shown great growth over the years. Zobuhle you are a fearless girl, you have shown so much courage and wisdom.” She smiled as he said, not once did she look at her mother knowing that she was full of disappointed because she did not want to be pampered like a princess, wear fancy clothes just to impress guys and be shipped off to marry into another wealthy royal family.
“Bhekumbuso you have shown love for the kingdom, you were in every war, went to every meeting to negotiate for us a better deal I can never be more proud of you.” Bhekumbuso nodded, not showing any smile.
My father turned to Bhekokwakhe and sighed “I wish there can be more I can say about you but you have shown no growth, you have never sparred in your life or even wielded a sword. All you do is do small crimes, drink and be with women.” He paused and looked at all of them “I believe the person who should be sitting here on the throne should be someone who is fearless, cares for the kingdom and it’s people.”