Bhekumbuso still did not believe it, he had never expected to picked.

He never thought that someday he will be a King not when he had shown so much passion for going on wars and now he was about to king.

He wondered what King would he be, hoping to be more like his father, he showed real love for all the people he didn’t care whether one is below him in ranks he saw everyone equally.

“You deserve it.” Zobuhle said as they walked in the garden “You are a perfect fit.”

“I don’t know, It suits you more I don’t know how to speak to people like you do.”

“Don’t worry you’ll make the decisions and I’ll speak for you in the crowd.” She said with a smile.

He also let out a small smile “Deal.”