The first estate : Part 1

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.