The Zulu Prince's Love

The world outside is a canvas of turmoil, reflecting the storm brewing within you.

Rain lashed against the windows of your new chamber, each crack of thunder sending a shiver down your spine. It had only been a week since you arrived, and this grand room, with its unfamiliar décor, felt more like a cage than a sanctuary. You hated thunderstorms, hated the way they stole the light from the day.

You'd kept the windows and curtains open, hoping for a breath of fresh air in the oppressive heat, but now the sudden darkness pressed in, amplifying your fear. Abruptly, you rose from the bed, your book forgotten as you rushed to close the heavy curtains, shutting out the storm but trapping you in the dim light.

A sudden knock startled you, followed by the sharp click of the door opening. Your heart leaped into your throat. You knew who it was before you even saw him. Dropping your gaze to the floor, you whispered, "My king."