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Muamba POV

This past week was one of the most difficult weeks I have ever lived through. After seeing Kapinga and my father talk, I locked myself up in my room. With the excuse that I was knee deep in preparations for my upcoming journey to the lower kingdom, I was easily left alone by everyone. I had the staff bring me my food in my chambers. Thus, I had spent the week literally locked up in my room. It was fitting considering the fact that, I was to leave this wonderful room soon to live in the lower kingdom.

Of course I did not spend all that time preparing for my trip. In fact, I spent less than half the time doing that. Instead my mind kept drifting back to her. So, I finally allowed myself to sit and analyse the whole situation with a clear mind. I had charted down all our encounters. Yes, I treated her as if she was a puzzle that I was trying to solve. I desperately needed to solve her.

From all my analysing, I still couldn't pin-point why I was drawn to her physically speaking. She was never the kind of woman I liked. See, I preferred my woman slender and with high cheek bones. I wanted them to have long silky blonde hair that I could glide my fingers through. Let's not forget that I was a sucker for blue eyes. I never dared stay with a girl long enough to discover her personality so I don't know what I like in that category. Woman were too emotional and clingy once you let them in anyways.

Now don't get me wrong, I am not saying Kapinga wasn't beautiful. Because heaven alone knows that the woman was a walking goddess. She didn't tick any of the boxes of what I would classify as beautiful and yet she still was exactly that- beautiful. The kind that would force one to stop and stare. She was the beautiful that didn't really try much. The kind that was unaware of just how much power she had on the male species. And I wanted her.

Initially I had concluded that the reason why I was so drawn to her, was because of the dream I had of her. And yes, I still partially base my strong attraction to her on that dream. But it wasn't just that. I know that even without the dream, I would still notice her. Even in a room full of models, she would stand out.

Because Kapinga was different, I wanted her. It was a scary thing to admit but I wanted her more than just her body. I wanted to make her laugh like Michael did. I wanted to be the reason why she smiled. I wanted to tell her how beautiful she was every day. To walk with her on my arm and watch as everyone stared at her beauty. To shoo men who stared at her off because she was mine and mine alone.

This realisation had initially scared me to shit. But right now, dressed ready to make a woman weak in her knees, I was ready to embrace this newfound emotion. I was ready to make her my own. Of course I could not sleep with her yet. But I had to get Michael off her.

No matter what it took, I was going to make Kapinga mine.

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"Ah son, It's great seeing you outside your room for once," I heard my dad call from behind. I turned around and replied, "Father, just the man I have been looking for." When my dad caught up with me, we made our way to his room. I didn't know of who could over hear us in the corridors. I did not need the palace talking about my crush. We needed somewhere quiet to talk.

Once we entered dad's chambers, he asked, "So son what is it?" He then proceeded to go sit down at his desk as I followed suit and sat across from him. I then took a deep breath and was about to start speaking when my father surprised me, "Before you start, I have something to say to you. How you treated Kapinga was awful. I would have suggested you apologise to the girl, but she has already left. What did she do to you?"

After a few moments of silence where I tried to grasp everything that my father just said, I finally replied, "What do you mean by she left?" My dad then ran a hand through what was left of his hair before he replied, "She no longer works here." Everything in me stopped as soon as he said those words. She was gone. I had finally done it. She had left the palace. I did not think that this was how I was going to react to this news.

This was definitely not what I wanted now. She can't leave me. I changed my mind. I want her back. I was so lost in thought that I failed to hear my father call out to me. It was only when he placed his hands on my shoulder and shook me that I was pulled out of my trance. I quickly muttered an excuse about forgetting something and rushed out his room.

Damn it, I had screwed up big time. And I had no idea how to fix it.

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QOC: Tips on how to deal with disappointment/ feeling like you screwed up. 

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