Bhekokwakhe rounded the corner of the tavern away from prying eyes with his cloak on to hide himself.

“Why such a long face?” Zitha asked drinking her beer.

He moved closer to her “My brother was picked to be the king.” Zitha looked him as he boiled with anger “And that makes you mad?”

He looked at her like she was crazy “Of course.” She sat back “What do you want to do?”

Bhekokwakhe looked around “Let’s go outside.” He said not trusting anyone in this tarven. “I want him dead.” The words came out off his mouth so fast but knew that he meant them.

He wanted his own father dead, how dare he humiliate him like this and now infront of the whole kingdom.

This was his birth right and he would not let him stand on his way not when it came to being the King.

“I want to do it tonight during the feast.”

Zitha nodded “I’ll get you that poison before the feast even begins but promise me that we will rule together.”

Bhekokwakhe looked at her like she was crazy, and looked her from head to toe she was beautiful there was no doubt about that he had her already in one of the brothels bed. And they sure did match each others energies.

He smiled “Deal, you get me that poison and make sure you are not seen.”

“I’m a thief Bhekokwakhe that’s my speciality.” She said rolling her eyes. He smiled on the inside watching her be sassy.

“I’ll get going before I get seen.”

He headed into the secret alleys that he knew so well and went into the secret get away hole on the wall of the royal house which him and his siblings had made while growing up. On a way to his room he smiled knowing that by the end of the night he will be the king.