The King's Destined Love

The party was in full swing as the guests mingled at every corner of the hall. It was such a massive occasion for the kingdom, their prince was celebrating his eighteenth birthday a day earlier before his coming of age ceremony tomorrow. But it was more than that. I used to think that sharing a birthday with Lincoln was a blessing, we had celebrated every single birthday together in the last sixteen years. My mother once told me that Queen Gladys grew to hate her the day I was born, on her son’s second birthday. She relived that the queen had said that such precision was a bad omen and went as far as accusing her of witchcraft. It was no wonder she hated me, and the hatred did not show any hints of floundering when she realized how inseparable Lincoln and I had grown to be. Lincoln always said that the biggest gift the Zion forefathers had ever granted him was me, and his life was meaningless before I came along. I laughed at him every time he alluded to it, and reminded him t

Talk about awkward! The queen stood there for a minute before putting on a smile and a show as she leaped forward and into her son's arms.“My son! Look how grown up you are, you look just like your dad.”Prince Lincoln hugged her and then moved to give Queen Shekinah a bear hug. “Mama, you are even more beautiful than you were the last time I saw you! I missed you.”It was the first time he spoke, and his voice was as delirious as ever. That small gesture saw his mother's face change as Queen Shekinah blushed furiously and slapped his arm. “Ugh, man, Lincoln, don't mess with me!” She laughed. Lincoln laughed and moved on to greet the king. “Baba.” He shook his hand before they hugged each other briefly. I could never understand men or why they hated embracing each other.“Goodness, Lincoln. It feels like I'm staring into a mirror. I can't believe how grown up you are, you are ready to take over the throne now,” the king said in astonishment. “Dad, don't exaggerate

It is my birthday in a few days. You probably think it is a big deal, but not to me. The day which marks my entire existence would be the same day my heart stops beating, the day my body would separate from my soul once more. I was going to die.For most people, birthdays call for celebration, to celebrate life and our loved ones, but for me, it spells death, grief. It was not something that happened every year, just as birthdays had stages, so did my death. It first happened when I turned sixteen.From a young age, there was always a strange occurrence that always happened on the eve of my birthday, a heavy storm. I don’t know why, but Lincoln and I always loved it. We would go and sit at our favourite spot as the clouds gathered, and we would wait until the rain poured over us before rushing back home.However, that night was different, and I will never forget the horrified look on Lincoln’s face when everything unfolded. We never told anyone abo

Lizzy could not keep her mouth shut when she arrived at the palace, she blabbed away to her colleagues about how she would be joining Azania and her mother for dinner with Azania's doctor boyfriend. Come noon, not only had the news reached Queen Shekinah, but Prince Lincoln as well, and before she knew it, Lizzy was barred from leaving the palace that evening.I know that I'm usually petty, but that was not by any means the reason I missed all of Lizzy's phone calls until it was far too long. I had not touched my phone since my mother saw it fit to invite Alex over for dinner, and I didn't care to find out where she had put it afterwards.As soon as Lizzy left, my mother started preparing the menu, while I only joined her later to help with the cooking. It felt like being back at the palace, where I prepared everything the doctor had ordered me never to eat again. My mother went all out for Alex, and she was willing to forget about “our” diet for the day, claim

You’d swear the ice queen always knows when her daughter is with me. Not long after we arrived at the cemetery, Gladys called Samu and ordered her to come home immediately. We walked back to the farm in complete silence, as if we had not been chatting freely a second ago. The farmers were still busy and Lizzy seemed to have found her footing since she did not notice when I returned. Sam was standing next to the car, judging by the stoic look on his face, Gladys had given him an earful for allowing her precious daughter to leave with me unguarded. “My Princess.” He bowed and opened the door for her. I walked around the car and climbed into the front passenger seat. “Are you coming too?” Samu asked. I glanced at her through the rearview mirror. “Yeah, I have a meeting with Queen Shekinah.” Sam hopped in and started the car. “Azania, I thought you were