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LXXIII A Serpentess Indeed
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The flickering lamps cast golden halos across the room, their soft light dancing over the king’s worn but healing form. Pillows had been propped behind his back, silks drawn close over his frame, and a bowl of warm broth — more water than taste — rested beside him, lifted in turns to his lips by his own hand.The scent of clove, cinnamon bark, and tulsi still clung to his linen shirt, where hours ago, Aabroo had nestled in silent prayers. Now, she sat by his side, her posture relaxed yet deeply attentive. Her delicate voice, threaded with warmth and a sister's fondness, filled the room.“You would not believe what chaos stirred when the ministers heard you had stirred from the dark,” she said, her hands folded atop the coverlet. “Raj shouted at the top of his voice like a lion, declaring it was your strength that defeated death itself. And Veer — he vowed to set fire to the entire Everian border if it meant your safety.”Samarth listened, silent but smiling. Each story she shared came
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The air was thick with dampness and the scent of rusted iron. Shadows clung to the cold stone walls like secrets too ancient to speak of. Far below the castle, where no light dared linger, the torches barely held their flame, flickering uncertainly as if even fire hesitated to breathe in such a place.Footsteps echoed.Measured. Heavy. Approaching.The guards at the dungeon’s threshold stiffened, their spines taut with unease. They exchanged glances — quiet, anxious whispers brushing between them like wind through dry grass. “Someone comes,’ one murmured, voice trembling, eyes wide.Then silence fell. The sort of silence that presses against the ribs and holds the lungs captive.And from the darkness, emerged two figures — Samarth and Raj.The guards paled.Samarth walked with purpose, his presence commanding, undiminished. The flickering flames revealed the glow in his hair, a cut along his cheek — but his eyes, oh his eyes, shone with the fury of a storm barely withheld. And beside
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The night wrapped the palace in a silken hush, the stars strewn like scattered blessings over a sky deep and solemn. The marble halls, once echoing with commands and tension, were now lulled into a tranquil silence. A single chamber breathed a quiet warmth, where the light of an oil lamp flickered like the heart of the night itself — tender, unwavering, sacred.Inayat sat beside him, her presence a balm. The air was gently steeped in the aroma of cumin, fennel, ginger, and bay leaves — the healing broth she had prepared, simple and nurturing, steeped in ancient wisdom and prayers whispered into steam.Samarth, the king who had returned from the edge of death, sat reclined against the carved headboard. The blindfold still covered his eyes, the cloth freshly wound each morning. His skin, though kissed by the warmth of healing oils, still bore the exhaustion of wounds unspoken. Yet tonight, there was a softness in his posture, a rare quiet to his powerful presence.Inayat brought the woo
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The golden light of early dusk filtered through the carved jharokhas, scattering intricate patterns across the marble floor. Inayat reclined gracefully against the cushioned settee, her silken robe shimmering with subtle embroidery, hair loosely braided and threaded with pearls. Aabroo sat beside her, her hand loosely folded into hers, and on the rug before them, Leela and Ridhima lounged like blooming lilies, laughter bubbling softly between them.The sound of anklets jingled as Leela stirred the contents of a small brass bowl beside her — an ointment she was making, grinding crushed herbs with steady fingers stained green. Ridhima, meanwhile, was braiding a thin garland of jasmine, the scent lifting like incense in the air.“You’re going to be Queen,” Ridhima said suddenly, teasing spark in her eye. “Just like that. One night and the heavens have shifted.”Leela chuckled. “What enchantment did you use, my lady? A glance? A touch? Or simply your silence? He was smitten like a deer ca
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The moon spilled its silver warmth over the palace gardens, painting the world in gentle light and shadows. The fragrance of night-blooming jasmine floated up from below, and the quiet rustle of the breeze through the silk curtains gave the air a kind of hush, like the night itself was listening. Inayat stepped into Samarth’s private chamber, her anklets chiming softly beneath the folds of her pale blue skirt. The room was bathed in warm amber light from the brass lanterns hung above. A scroll lay half-unrolled on the polished wooden table, abandoned. Samarth stood near the window, his dark silhouette drawn against the moon.She paused a moment, smiling quietly to herself before calling gently, "You look like you’re about to leap out of that window."Samarth turned, and the usual weight in his eyes lifted just a little. "If I did, would you come catch me?""No," she replied at once, walking toward him, "but I’d probably climb down and pull you back by the ear."He chuckled, stepping
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The Rule LXXIX Quiet Prayer And Unborn Dreams
The golden light of early dusk filtered through the carved jharokhas, scattering intricate patterns across the marble floor. Inayat reclined gracefully against the cushioned settee, her silken robe shimmering with subtle embroidery, hair loosely braided and threaded with pearls. Aabroo sat beside her, her hand loosely folded into hers, and on the rug before them, Leela and Ridhima lounged like blooming lilies, laughter bubbling softly between them.The sound of anklets jingled as Leela stirred the contents of a small brass bowl beside her — an ointment she was making, grinding crushed herbs with steady fingers stained green. Ridhima, meanwhile, was braiding a thin garland of jasmine, the scent lifting like incense in the air.“You’re going to be Queen,” Ridhima said suddenly, teasing spark in her eye. “Just like that. One night and the heavens have shifted.”Leela chuckled. “What enchantment did you use, my lady? A glance? A touch? Or simply your silence? He was smitten like a deer ca
The Rule LXXVIII They Are Coming
The dawn had barely broken when the news surged like a flood through the stone corridors of the palace — William, the traitor, had tried to flee. Captured by Raj and his guards in the wilderness of Dharval Grove, a dense, thorn-laced forest on the outer rim of the kingdom, he was dragged back, battered and bound. The scent of dew still clung to his tattered robes when they flung him into the dungeon’s cold belly, the air thick with iron and old blood.Word was sent to the King. And Samarth came.Still blindfolded, still wrapped in plain robes that smelled of clove, neem, and crushed tulsi—herbal balm for his recovering body—he entered the dark chamber, his cane clicking softly against the stone floor. A strange hush fell over the dungeon, as though the very shadows paused to listen.William, bound in iron shackles that hung from the ceiling, his feet only barely brushing the ground, lifted his swollen face and smirked. A dry, mocking laugh escaped his cracked lips. "Ah, look who comes
The Rule LXXVII “I Ache To See You.”
The night wrapped the palace in a silken hush, the stars strewn like scattered blessings over a sky deep and solemn. The marble halls, once echoing with commands and tension, were now lulled into a tranquil silence. A single chamber breathed a quiet warmth, where the light of an oil lamp flickered like the heart of the night itself — tender, unwavering, sacred.Inayat sat beside him, her presence a balm. The air was gently steeped in the aroma of cumin, fennel, ginger, and bay leaves — the healing broth she had prepared, simple and nurturing, steeped in ancient wisdom and prayers whispered into steam.Samarth, the king who had returned from the edge of death, sat reclined against the carved headboard. The blindfold still covered his eyes, the cloth freshly wound each morning. His skin, though kissed by the warmth of healing oils, still bore the exhaustion of wounds unspoken. Yet tonight, there was a softness in his posture, a rare quiet to his powerful presence.Inayat brought the woo
The Rule LXXVI “The King Has Found His Queen.”
The air was thick with dampness and the scent of rusted iron. Shadows clung to the cold stone walls like secrets too ancient to speak of. Far below the castle, where no light dared linger, the torches barely held their flame, flickering uncertainly as if even fire hesitated to breathe in such a place.Footsteps echoed.Measured. Heavy. Approaching.The guards at the dungeon’s threshold stiffened, their spines taut with unease. They exchanged glances — quiet, anxious whispers brushing between them like wind through dry grass. “Someone comes,’ one murmured, voice trembling, eyes wide.Then silence fell. The sort of silence that presses against the ribs and holds the lungs captive.And from the darkness, emerged two figures — Samarth and Raj.The guards paled.Samarth walked with purpose, his presence commanding, undiminished. The flickering flames revealed the glow in his hair, a cut along his cheek — but his eyes, oh his eyes, shone with the fury of a storm barely withheld. And beside
The Rule LXXV A King Does As He Pleases
The flickering lamps cast golden halos across the room, their soft light dancing over the king’s worn but healing form. Pillows had been propped behind his back, silks drawn close over his frame, and a bowl of warm broth — more water than taste — rested beside him, lifted in turns to his lips by his own hand.The scent of clove, cinnamon bark, and tulsi still clung to his linen shirt, where hours ago, Aabroo had nestled in silent prayers. Now, she sat by his side, her posture relaxed yet deeply attentive. Her delicate voice, threaded with warmth and a sister's fondness, filled the room.“You would not believe what chaos stirred when the ministers heard you had stirred from the dark,” she said, her hands folded atop the coverlet. “Raj shouted at the top of his voice like a lion, declaring it was your strength that defeated death itself. And Veer — he vowed to set fire to the entire Everian border if it meant your safety.”Samarth listened, silent but smiling. Each story she shared came
The Rule LXXIV Trembling When The Lion Has Awakened
The air in the palace was no longer heavy.Whispers of his awakening rippled through marble corridors like sacred hymns carried by the breeze. A hush of disbelief lingered in the corners, but joy had begun its return. Light flooded chambers that had, for days, sunk in gloom. In every street, among every mouth that moved, a single name throbbed like a pulse: Samarth.In the royal chamber, the king sat upright, propped by cushions embroidered in gold, eyes still partially bandaged, the cloth stained faintly with the green of crushed neem and turmeric — an ancient concoction brewed with sandalwood and healing camphor to soothe his sight.Gathered before him were three men — Raj, stalwart and loyal; Veer, the commander whose gaze missed nothing; and the High Priest, clad in robes that whispered of wisdom.But Aabroo? Aabroo was silent. Kneeling by her brother's side, her arms wrapped delicately around his waist, her face buried in the folds of his loose linen shirt, she breathed him in. H
