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LXIV All That I Am
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The Rule LXV Debt Of The Homeland
Night had woven its silken veil across the kingdom, and within the warm amber light of the palace’s grand dining hall, King Samarth sat at the head of a long, embellished table. Gold-rimmed goblets gleamed under the chandeliers’ soft flicker, and silver plates reflected the glow of brass oil lamps. Servants moved noiselessly, placing the last courses before the royals and ministers gathered.Tonight, Inayat was absent. Again. So was Aabroo, Samarth’s young sister, who had sweetly requested to dine with Inayat instead. The king, as usual, had smiled and nodded, indulgent of her affection.Now the chairs were filled with the prominent officials of the court, their murmurs gentle under the clinking of cutlery. Among them sat Lord William, the man who had orchestrated the grand feast just days ago — a spectacle of splendour that had drawn noble houses, princesses from neighbouring lands, and esteemed merchants under one roof.Samarth leaned slightly forward in his seat, his voice calm,
Last Updated : 2025-05-04The Rule LXVI A Gift
The evening had settled softly upon the palace, its golden limbs retreating beyond the spires as dusk began to wash the corridors in hues of lavender and smoke. Lamps had been lit, their mellow flames trembling in the breeze that slipped through carved jharokhas, and the faint scent of rose and jasmine perfumed the air, winding through every marble column like a forgotten lullaby.In the music chamber, a hush of gentleness reigned. Here, time moved slower.Inayat sat upon the velvet cushion, her fingers lightly resting upon the strings of the harp, a crescent-shaped thing of carved ivory and silver-leaf, as ethereal in tone as it was in form. Beside her sat Aabroo, cross-legged and bright-eyed, her small fingers mimicking the placement Inayat had shown her moments ago.“You mustn’t force it,” Inayat said softly, her voice a feather in the quiet. “Let your fingers fall like petals, not like soldiers. The harp responds to grace, not command.”Aabroo giggled. “So, I must be a flower?”In
Last Updated : 2025-05-04The Rule LXVII "The King has been poisoned."
The world around her shimmered with an unfamiliar hue — neither memory nor waking reality. Inayat stood in a place she had never known, yet something in her soul felt tethered to it, as though she had been summoned not by accident but by love. The sky above her stretched vast and unbroken, blue like the lapis of old scriptures, brushed lightly with golden sun. The ground beneath her was velvet with grass, speckled in wildflowers that danced gently in the breeze. It was not the palace garden. It was not anywhere she could name. But it was beautiful.And there, under the shimmer of light and shade, was a child. He ran barefoot, chasing butterflies. His laugh was high, innocent, the very sound of joy unfettered. His golden curls bounced on his head as he stumbled across the grass, cheeks flushed, lips parting in a delighted gasp every time he came close to catching one of the winged creatures.Inayat watched, her lips curling into a smile. Her hands clasped softly before her, but her
Last Updated : 2025-05-04The Rule LXVIII Tainted Loyalty
The clank of iron rang loud in the dark, damp air as the cell door was thrust open. Inayat stumbled forward, her bare feet scraping against the cold stone floor as the guards pushed her in with careless hands. She tried to keep her balance, but the suddenness of the fall and the heaviness in her heart made her knees buckle. She reached out to the bars, trying to steady herself, and as she did, the door slammed shut with a shuddering finality.The clang echoed like a thunderclap in her soul.She rose slowly, fingers gripping the bars that now held her captive. Her wide, tearful eyes searched for the one man standing beyond them.“William…” she whispered, breathless, a broken plea in her voice.He stood before her, tall, composed, devoid of all softness. His expression was carved in marble — cold and unmoved.“Please,” she begged, her voice quivering, “I didn’t do anything. I swear upon all I hold dear — I did not poison the king. Why would I? Why would I ever harm the one who gave me a
Last Updated : 2025-05-05The Rule LXIX Fast Proclaimed
The night had settled heavily over the palace, its stillness pierced only by the flickering torches and the whispers of dread carried by the wind. Inside, silence did not bring calm — it brought fear. The court still buzzed with unanswered questions and shadowed glances, and beyond the walls of the king's private chamber, a storm of hearts waited in despair.From the far end of the corridor came the sound of hurried steps. Aabroo — little, tender, and shaken — burst through the hallway, her sobs echoing against the marble. Her hair fell loose from its braid, her cheeks flushed and wet with tears."Move aside!" she cried out, pushing through the startled guards and ministers. "Let me through! I want to see my brother! Please! I want to see him!"Gasps fell from the lips of many present, and the crowd parted like the tide before her broken wail. But before she could press past the heavy doors of Samarth’s chamber, Raj appeared. His expression bore both sorrow and patience, and he knelt
Last Updated : 2025-05-05The Rule LXX Will The Lionheart Rise Again?
The morning sun had risen, casting golden light across the earth, but within the palace, a hush lingered. The air hung heavy, taut with fear and fasting. Though the world outside stirred with life, the walls of the royal estate held their breath.For three days, the kingdom was called for fasting, clinging to prayer like a lifeline, pleading for the life of the king. No bread had been broken, no wine poured. Even children knew to whisper their play. It was not a command born of authority, but one born of love — each soul offered silence and hunger for Samarth, the Lionheart. And now, as the final thread of sunlight stretched across the sky and kissed the palace roofs, a soft stir moved through the halls. From behind the tall doors of the king’s chamber emerged the chief physician — aged and stooped, yet upright in spirit, his presence commanding reverence.His beard flowed like threads of moonlight; his hair was tied back neatly, white as river foam. His fingers were stained with med
Last Updated : 2025-05-05The Rule I
"I came to ask for your hand in marriage but you didn't want me." His warm breath whispered against her lips, sending shivers down her spine. A faint bruise at the corner of her mouth added a tender vulnerability to her features, heightened by the soft sheen of sweat on her skin.As night fell, a hush settled between them. The moon, now perfect and pretty in the sky, cast a soft, ethereal glow. Its gentle light illuminated Inayat's tear-stained face, and in that moment, she seemed even more breathtakingly beautiful to him. His heart swelled with longing, drawn to her with an intensity that left him breathless.He felt an irresistible pull, his heart yearning to draw her even closer, to hold her with an intimacy that transcended their present closeness. Nothing seemed to stand in his way now, no barrier to hinder the desire that threatened to consume him.The mere thought sent a sly grin spreading across his face. He edged closer to her, his proximity making her breath catch in her th
Last Updated : 2025-01-30The Rule II The Beginning
"Hail Samarth, the Lionheart! May your name forever be etched in the annals of our kingdom's history!"A deafening roar erupted from the ranks of Samarth's warriors. The air reverberated with thunderous applause, echoing off the battle - scarred landscape as Samarth stood triumphant, his armor battered but unbroken. A warm smile spread across his face, his eyes gleaming with pride and relief, as he gazed out upon the sea of faces that had stood by him through the trials of war, and blurred was the sight for him, of the ocean of dead bodies lying across the land, bathing in blood and cut limbs of the rivals. His comrades, a diverse band of seasoned veterans and young recruits, cheered and wept and laughed together, their faces etched with exhaustion and exhilaration. They had fought for three long months, sacrificing comfort and security, leaving behind loved ones and the familiar rhythms of home. Yet, in this moment, all their hardships seemed worth it, as they basked in the glow of
Last Updated : 2025-01-31
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The Rule LXX Will The Lionheart Rise Again?
The morning sun had risen, casting golden light across the earth, but within the palace, a hush lingered. The air hung heavy, taut with fear and fasting. Though the world outside stirred with life, the walls of the royal estate held their breath.For three days, the kingdom was called for fasting, clinging to prayer like a lifeline, pleading for the life of the king. No bread had been broken, no wine poured. Even children knew to whisper their play. It was not a command born of authority, but one born of love — each soul offered silence and hunger for Samarth, the Lionheart. And now, as the final thread of sunlight stretched across the sky and kissed the palace roofs, a soft stir moved through the halls. From behind the tall doors of the king’s chamber emerged the chief physician — aged and stooped, yet upright in spirit, his presence commanding reverence.His beard flowed like threads of moonlight; his hair was tied back neatly, white as river foam. His fingers were stained with med
The Rule LXIX Fast Proclaimed
The night had settled heavily over the palace, its stillness pierced only by the flickering torches and the whispers of dread carried by the wind. Inside, silence did not bring calm — it brought fear. The court still buzzed with unanswered questions and shadowed glances, and beyond the walls of the king's private chamber, a storm of hearts waited in despair.From the far end of the corridor came the sound of hurried steps. Aabroo — little, tender, and shaken — burst through the hallway, her sobs echoing against the marble. Her hair fell loose from its braid, her cheeks flushed and wet with tears."Move aside!" she cried out, pushing through the startled guards and ministers. "Let me through! I want to see my brother! Please! I want to see him!"Gasps fell from the lips of many present, and the crowd parted like the tide before her broken wail. But before she could press past the heavy doors of Samarth’s chamber, Raj appeared. His expression bore both sorrow and patience, and he knelt
The Rule LXVIII Tainted Loyalty
The clank of iron rang loud in the dark, damp air as the cell door was thrust open. Inayat stumbled forward, her bare feet scraping against the cold stone floor as the guards pushed her in with careless hands. She tried to keep her balance, but the suddenness of the fall and the heaviness in her heart made her knees buckle. She reached out to the bars, trying to steady herself, and as she did, the door slammed shut with a shuddering finality.The clang echoed like a thunderclap in her soul.She rose slowly, fingers gripping the bars that now held her captive. Her wide, tearful eyes searched for the one man standing beyond them.“William…” she whispered, breathless, a broken plea in her voice.He stood before her, tall, composed, devoid of all softness. His expression was carved in marble — cold and unmoved.“Please,” she begged, her voice quivering, “I didn’t do anything. I swear upon all I hold dear — I did not poison the king. Why would I? Why would I ever harm the one who gave me a
The Rule LXVII "The King has been poisoned."
The world around her shimmered with an unfamiliar hue — neither memory nor waking reality. Inayat stood in a place she had never known, yet something in her soul felt tethered to it, as though she had been summoned not by accident but by love. The sky above her stretched vast and unbroken, blue like the lapis of old scriptures, brushed lightly with golden sun. The ground beneath her was velvet with grass, speckled in wildflowers that danced gently in the breeze. It was not the palace garden. It was not anywhere she could name. But it was beautiful.And there, under the shimmer of light and shade, was a child. He ran barefoot, chasing butterflies. His laugh was high, innocent, the very sound of joy unfettered. His golden curls bounced on his head as he stumbled across the grass, cheeks flushed, lips parting in a delighted gasp every time he came close to catching one of the winged creatures.Inayat watched, her lips curling into a smile. Her hands clasped softly before her, but her
The Rule LXVI A Gift
The evening had settled softly upon the palace, its golden limbs retreating beyond the spires as dusk began to wash the corridors in hues of lavender and smoke. Lamps had been lit, their mellow flames trembling in the breeze that slipped through carved jharokhas, and the faint scent of rose and jasmine perfumed the air, winding through every marble column like a forgotten lullaby.In the music chamber, a hush of gentleness reigned. Here, time moved slower.Inayat sat upon the velvet cushion, her fingers lightly resting upon the strings of the harp, a crescent-shaped thing of carved ivory and silver-leaf, as ethereal in tone as it was in form. Beside her sat Aabroo, cross-legged and bright-eyed, her small fingers mimicking the placement Inayat had shown her moments ago.“You mustn’t force it,” Inayat said softly, her voice a feather in the quiet. “Let your fingers fall like petals, not like soldiers. The harp responds to grace, not command.”Aabroo giggled. “So, I must be a flower?”In
The Rule LXV Debt Of The Homeland
Night had woven its silken veil across the kingdom, and within the warm amber light of the palace’s grand dining hall, King Samarth sat at the head of a long, embellished table. Gold-rimmed goblets gleamed under the chandeliers’ soft flicker, and silver plates reflected the glow of brass oil lamps. Servants moved noiselessly, placing the last courses before the royals and ministers gathered.Tonight, Inayat was absent. Again. So was Aabroo, Samarth’s young sister, who had sweetly requested to dine with Inayat instead. The king, as usual, had smiled and nodded, indulgent of her affection.Now the chairs were filled with the prominent officials of the court, their murmurs gentle under the clinking of cutlery. Among them sat Lord William, the man who had orchestrated the grand feast just days ago — a spectacle of splendour that had drawn noble houses, princesses from neighbouring lands, and esteemed merchants under one roof.Samarth leaned slightly forward in his seat, his voice calm,
The Rule LXIV All That I Am
He did not speak, not right away. His gaze held hers in the quiet flicker of the chamber’s low lantern light, a stare so heavy it seemed to press against her skin. He lifted her in his arms with a reverence that belied the hunger in his eyes, carrying her across the marble floor and laying her down gently upon the silk-draped bed.Inayat’s breath was shallow as he hovered above her, the weight of the moment pulling time taut. She looked up at him, mischief curling at the corner of her mouth.“So,” she murmured, “is the punishment over now? You kept me standing when I begged to fall.”The corner of his mouth curved, not into a smile, but something far more dangerous — half-amused, half-devouring.“For that question,” he said softly, “I believe another sentence must be passed.”She blinked, curious, uncertain.“Turn,” he commanded. “Lay on your front. Like the obedient one you’ve always been.”The smile faded from her lips, but not from her eyes. She obeyed without a word, her silence l
The Rule LXIII The True Feast
Night draped itself over the palace like a velvet shawl, the corridors hushed in reverence for the hour. In Inayat’s chamber, silence reigned — gentle and untouched — as if the stars themselves held their breath. The breeze of the waning year slipped through the open lattice, stirring the gossamer curtains and dancing with the perfume of sandalwood and rose that lingered faintly in the air.Inayat sat before her mirror, quietly unclasping her bangles. Each one gave a soft chime as it slid down her wrist, stacking beside the others on a silk cloth. Her golden blouse clung to her frame, the dark green of her saree pooling softly around her like a garden at twilight. There was no rush in her hands, no nervous tremble — just the quiet contentment of a long evening finally put to rest.The door creaked open behind her.She didn’t turn immediately. She knew the sound of that step — the measured, sure rhythm that carried the weight of a king and the heart of a man. Samarth entered, closin
The Rule LXII And Then, She Arrived
The palace was a theatre of gold that evening. Every arch glistened with lamps set into flowered niches, every corridor ran with the fragrance of sandalwood and saffron. The royal courtyard had been transformed into a haven of grandeur — drapes of silk, lanterns that hovered like floating stars, petals scattered across the floor in intricate patterns. Music thrummed faintly from a corner pavilion, played by veiled musicians whose fingers plucked notes as if they were weaving spells.It was the night of the feast.Guests had begun arriving early. Royals from allied kingdoms, merchants wrapped in the scent of foreign lands, nobles clad in arrogance and ambition. Women — young, bright, desperate — glided through the crowd like restless butterflies, their eyes scanning the space, lips curved in prepared smiles.Tonight, every girl wore hope. For he would be here.King Samarth.Whispers surged like tidewater.“They say he walks like a lion but speaks like a sage.” “I heard the moon dims
