City of Chittaurgarh was now covered in a veil of sunlight. It was time for the noble men of Florence to take a tour around the city. Firstly they visited to Chittaurgarh's army training place. The army and fighting skills were completely different from the army of Florence. In Maharaj's army there were even elephants which was not the case with army of Florence. Romans were not very fond of elephants in the battle. They were mainly kept as spectacles but in India, elephants played important roles in battles. Augustus was observing everything with keen interest. Suddenly he heard melodious laugh of a woman. It was music to his ears. He recognised that voice. The same voice who welcomed him in the palace. The voice belonged to the one who dared to glare at him and clench her jaws.Back in Florence even warriors with skills, rough and tough body didn't even dare to look in his eyes. Somehow, after listening to her laughter , a wave of emotion ran through his body which he didn't feel from a long time.
Rithambara was in one of the horse stable caressing one of the horses and laughing Alongwith Cato. It was the first time for Augustus hearing her laugh because whenever he met her, either she was glaring at him or clenching her jaws.
It was completely fascinating to see civilisation of other part of the world for people of Florence. . People of the city were also in complete awe because these guests were dressed differently and were speaking a language which nobody understood. After taking the full tour around the city, everyone returned back to the palace. Maharaj Vikram Singh's family and trusted people were seated at their respected places but everyone's eyes halted to a beauty who was looking just like a Goddess descended on the Earth.

To say Aurelius was shocked, would be an understatement. He thought that it was just his mood. He didn't think that Augustus was attracted to Rithambara because after the death of Valentina, he was never interested in courting a woman. Atticus told many times to hin to marry again and give Justus a mother but he always declined. He didn't want to marry.
After the guests took their seat,
Maharaj spoke to King Atticus - " My friend, you live in different part of the world so we meet once or twice in a decade. I know, you have everything with you in your life but I politely request you to take anything from Chittaurgarh as token of memories from my side. It would always remind you that you have a friend on other part of the world. King Atticus smiled hearing this. He said, "Chose your words wisely dear friend because I want something which you can never gift to me."Maharaj Vikram Singh Rajput stood from his throne and said, "I'm a rajput, we never back down from our promise. Even if you want my head at this moment, I would willingly give it to you, without any hesitation. "
King Atticus said, " Then as token of remembrance of this great soil, I want your daughter to marry my son Augustus. "
Now, even the translater was hesitant to translate and tell this to Vikram Singh Rajput but Rithambara understood each word and her anger knew no bounds.
(Special chapter on Ritha's pregnancy) Heavily pregnant Rithambara was having a tough time managing all her emotions. The random jolts of how Justus would react would fetch an extreme amount of anxiety to her. Augustus had tried to calm her many a times, still, she couldn't come up with the courage to let her son know about pregnancy.The little heartbeat in her stomach was beautifully rhyming with her happiness chord, yet fear was also an addled factor. She looked at her son, sleeping soundly, next to her. Augustus was ecstatic when he found that he was about to have another child and so was Ritha. When happiness settled down, a challenge galloped them. A challenge of breaking down this news to their four year old son, Justus. Her husband had his arms wrapped around Justus's little form and he like their boy, he too was sleeping while slee
His lips curved upwards after looking at those cushy aqua blue eyes. Certainly, painter had used an occult shade of blue to paint those enchanting eyes because he could feel himself going in an unending trance.He titillated his hands over the portrait of young lady's waist brunettes locks. Her fair, smooth pink skin was invoking sordid thoughts within his mind and he could just imagine, what it would feel like to touch her in real. Even before he could fathom his words, he ended up speaking it out loud, " what a beautiful portrait of this beauty! "Adger, ruler of Britannia ( Britain), could see that shining fascination in his son's eyes and to say the least, it was dangerous.He warned him, " this portrait doesn't even justify half her beauty but it's futile to even think of her. She's daughter of most powerful Rex, Augustus. "' Not even half her beauty? 'That certainly caught
Rithambara's heart squeezed in pain seeing her little boy curled up emptied stomach on the bed. His midnight, curly hair was falling on forehead while his lips were a bit pouted. Tear stained cheeks were telling the saga of his cries and she could feel her own eyes watering. Every royal member had had the dinner and it was only her and Abhi who couldn't gulp down even a single morsel. One in anger and other in pain.Keeping the dinner plate on the table, she went on Abhi's bed and caressed his cheeks. She flared her soft hands through his hair and kisses his eyes which were closed. How innocent he looked in sleep! No matter what, at the end, he was her youngest and apple of her eyes. Though she loved Justus and Eirene equally, Abhi had inherited her features and he reminded her so much of her Indian backgrounds. Though he never wore Dhoti or Indian attires apart from festivals , she knew he was the most handsome Indian Prince.Two years back when she had go
' Filthy daughter of traitors.'Such harsh words stabbed her porcelainheart and her eyes welled up with fat tears but, she refrained them from falling down. Closing eyelids, she tried to pacify the flaring anger shooting through her body. She adored Abhi but his snobbish nature always agitated her. She was about to snarl a harsh comment but, a sudden, sharp cry compelled her to look at the youngest Prince. A smirk appeared on her lips when she found Queen Rithambara twisting Abhi's ear.Meanwhile Rithambara was highly infuriated with her son's behavior. Few minutes back, she was worried as he hadn't returned back to palace for afternoon meal but, after hearing such painful words from Abhi's mouth made her heart bleed. She felt as if it was a stab on her ethics and morals. She had no knowledge of source which had encrypted such hurtful words in his mind. She had never used words like 'filth' yet, her n
Laying in arms of her husband, with unorganized thoughts, raw emotions was the best feeling ever for her. She was enjoying warmth radiating from Augustus's chest and a dazzling smile from him contributed to the peaceful ambience. Occasions like this were very rare where she forgot her responsibilities to savour something so special. On most of the days, more like nights, he was out on trade or pacifying kingdom's matters but tonight, it was a leisure feast for both under dim light cascading from chandelier hung on the roof of their luxurious room.Soaked rose and Jasmine petals were fragmenting the room and accompanied the aroma of love. Ah! That heavenly feeling of Augustus running hands through her hair like playing with violin cord was all she ever wanted. She came out of reverie when Augustus suddenly flipped her on the cozy bed and covered her with his body. Soon, she was a slithering mess under his pleasant tortures. She intervened her hands with him
Tiny footsteps were hurrying through the corridors without any care of the yellings behind him. He was huffing and puffing but definitely not willing to lose. His wavy mid night black hair were bouncing, at times, covering his little face.He was fighting tooth and nail but the compact metal sword in his hand was making his forehead break into sweats. The sharp shine of the sword had attracted him in the very first glance but his mother never allowed him to touch it and even had hidden it. Sister Eirene, brother Justus, everyone had their small, slightly curved, metallic and shining sword but he had none. The very thought used to make him frown. Neither his cries nor his pleas of holding had worked on Rithambara but after all, he found it. He giggled loudly when his little brain pictured the morning incident. His mother thought that he was asleep in cot when she hid that shining, fascinating thing under the thick mattres