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LXXV A King Does As He Pleases
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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 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
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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 palace was draped in splendor, touched by the hands of artful decorators and blooming with the essence of joy. Silken banners fluttered from grand arches, embroidered in gold thread with the twin emblems of House Samarth and House Inayat. The royal hall, usually a place of counsel and command, had transformed into a sanctum of celebration. Candle chandeliers hung like floating stars, scattering their golden light over polished marble floors that reflected the excitement of the day.Every inch of space below was filled with noblemen, ambassadors, emissaries from afar, commanders, sages, and friends of the kingdom. Laughter echoed against high ceilings, blending with the distant music of flutes and harp strings. Above, on every balcony and gallery, more guests leaned against the carved railings, craning to witness what had drawn such fervor — a union the kingdom had longed for.Two priests in white and gold robes stepped forward to the center stage, where a great circular platform h
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The Rule LXXXV To The House Of God
The desert wind was calm that morning, brushing softly over the golden sands as the sun began its slow rise beyond the dunes. The palace gates, tall and majestic, opened with a quiet groan, revealing a caravan waiting under the pearl-gray sky. Camels stood adorned in fine cloth and gold-tasselled harnesses, their hooves shifting gently on the stone-paved courtyard. The guards stood in rows, their spears gleaming with polished steel, their eyes scanning the horizon with quiet vigilance.Inayat emerged first, dressed in a layered ensemble of ivory and peach, her head lightly veiled, golden embroidery catching the morning light. Her delicate anklets jingled softly as she walked toward the lead camel. Samarth followed, his sherwani a rich cream, bordered with gold thread, a soft white shawl resting on his shoulder. His presence was commanding yet serene, and his gaze found her as naturally as breath finds the chest.They mounted their camels, Inayat with practiced grace, Samarth steady be
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The great hall had long gone quiet. The last echoes of music had faded down the corridors, and the petals that once rained upon her now rested on the cold marble, fragrant and still. But in the solitude of her chamber, Inayat lay curled upon her soft, brocade-covered bed, the warmth of celebration still glowing inside her heart.Her cheek pressed gently against a silk pillow, arms folded around it like it might float away if she didn’t hold on. Her eyes, soft and filled with starlight, remained fixed on the delicate ring wrapped around her finger. The pearl gleamed faintly in the dim glow of the single standing lamp beside her bed. It was gentle and elegant, like everything she had ever dreamed of.She stared at it, unmoving, but her mind was alive with memory.She could still feel it: his gaze. How he had looked at her in that moment. How his eyes never once left her face even as petals fell and music roared. It had been more than a gaze — it was devotion, offered wordlessly. Not the
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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
