Hallo, my name is Gaara Nzamani the prince of centenary. My father Anadu
Nzamani is currently on the throne and our empire stretchs across 4 of the 11
provinces of the country. Offcourse his kingship is only recognised in an effort
to preserve tradition and heritage much like the british queen. The president,
his governors and MPs do the actual governing. We just get paid- a lot. My
father takes the monarchy very seriously though and as an only son i am being
groomed to take up the throne after him.
I am tall and undeniably handsome. I have long jet black hair and wear dark
grey lenses. I play sport in school and have always gotten good grades, with all
the prospects of a future king except that i am fucking gay. Only one other
person knows about this; my elder sister Amari. We were so close her and i. In a
country were homosexuality is punishable by death we never talked about it.
So here i am about to complete my final year at a private boarding school
were practically everyone has some royal blood in them and i have just recieved
a letter from my father informing me that i shall be collected by the chauffer
at 11am tomorrow. Its a 2 day drive home from school and i am to arrive the
night before my social ball to celebrate my meeting with princess Azaria who i
am to marry next year.
I am told the princess comes from the north and that she has an older brother
Amadar who although is a month older than me has already succeded his father who
was euthenised when he fell mentally ill. The doctors called it diabetes but the
elders insisted he had been bewitched. The crew was already home and everyone
was waiting for my arrival. I knew this shit was going to happen but i thought i
could avoid it by rushing off to vasity. Geeze! my father is always a step ahead
of me. I go to bed feeling defeated.
The next morning the car arrives at 10:55 and i am signed out for the
weekend.
I arrive home late saturday evening and my mother runs out to welcome me with
Azaria's mother right behind her. They both look so happy they embarras me with
hugges and kisses as my father watchs in annoyance. He disappoved of my mothers
excessive show of affection "it softens the boy" he always used to say. I walked
in to the house and noticed Azaria sitting on the carpet wth a veil covering her
face and although she acknowledged my presence she was forbidden from making eye
contact with her future husband.
After the formal greetings i realized Azaria's brother had not been present.
I looked around for him and my mother pointed out through the glassdoor that
covered the whole entrance to the pool side. I could not see his face clearly
under the dim candels that surrounded the pool and were scarttered on the lawn
but i could tell he was looking into the house, at me. How rude not to come and
greet me i thought.
I refused dinner insisting that i was tired and need to rest for tomorrows
activities. I went to the bath and prepared for bed but got stuttled when i
heard my bedroom door open. I walked out and saw prince Amadar standing in my
room. I could not take my eyes off him now that i could see him clearly. There
stood the most handsome man i had ever laid eyes on. We had similar features but
he was better. Longer hair and slightly taller than me, his eyes pierced right
into my soul i almost didnt hear him say "hallo. We never got a chance to talk".
"ah yeah no we did not" i said looking down.
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