Page 81 of Royal Pain
“Kwai, are you?”
He nods. “Let’s give them something to talk about, Mother.”
She smiles and looks at each of our faces.
“I’m so proud of you both. Your father and Tarik are smiling on us today.”
Then she nods to the director. “Let’s begin.”
“And five…four…three…two…,” And with one finger held up, the broadcast is live.
“When I spoke to you last, upon the death of King Mansa, I asked, whatever your religion, to pray for me. And to ask that God give me wisdom and strength to carry out the decisions I would make. I didn’t know how much I’d come to rely on your support.
Today, I’m coming to you with the future of Mozia in mind. We are passing from what we’ve known to what we’ve yet to learn. This is a new world stage. One that requires young minds and hearts to lead. It is my great privilege to share our way forward.”
* * *
I feel like I’m in some kind of dream. Everything more intense and vibrant than normal. People’s faces, conversations and even me. Tonight’s dinner, given by the queen, is the first of many social activities already scheduled in the months before my coronation. All of a sudden people are looking at me differently. It’s understandable. Hey, it’s new for all of us.
Experience being a prince has educated me immeasurably. I’m not starting at step one. I can navigate a Council meeting and understand the nuances of our country’s strengths and weaknesses. It will serve me well in the coming years.
As we stand greeting people and enjoying conversations, I see a familiar face. A familiar body in a tight-armed suit. Three hundred pounds of my favorite Zulu is coming toward Belinda and me. I put out my hand and he pulls me against him in a powerful hug.
“King Zan.”
The sound of my new name makes him laugh. But it doesn’t bother me at all. He remembers the boy my father asked him to befriend. When we part I see the tears in his eyes. Now in mine.
“Chief Waju, I’d like to present the future Queen Consort, Belinda.”
With arms open wide, he invites her inside. There’s no stiff greeting here.
“I stand ready to serve you, Your Highness.”
“Thank you…” The rest of her response is muffled in Chief Waju’s massive arms.
“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry, Your Highness!”
Belinda straightens her collar and smiles. “Don’t worry, Chief Waju. I much rather enjoy a good hug than a handshake.”
The Chief sizes up his new Queen Consort. He looks around, making sure no one’s listening.
“Our family received our invitation to your wedding this month, Your Highness. Thank you for including us. It’s a great honor. May I send you a token of the Zulu Nation’s affection?”
The look on my soon to be bride’s face is priceless. In this moment Belinda sees just how unusual her life is going to be.
