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XL Let It Learn The Name Of Samarth
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The Rule XLI Pride
The evening breeze fluttered the silken drapes of Inayat’s chamber. A faint scent of rosewater lingered in the air, mingling with the mellow gold of the setting sun. She sat by the low marble table, her fingers tracing idle circles on the rim of a silver goblet, waiting.She had arranged the evening carefully—tea steeped with cardamom and cloves, figs and almonds laid out, a lamp lit with jasmine oil, and herself clad in soft ivory silk. A quiet moment. A little peace with him.But the sky had darkened, the tea cooled, and Samarth had not come.When the door finally opened, it wasn’t the quiet creak of a man entering with apology. It was the confident thud of boots and the rustle of a heavy cloak — the sound of a king who did not know he was late.“Inayat,” he said casually, his voice low and assured. “I had to meet with the merchants from Althar — they are proposing to lend two ships toward—”“The tea is cold,” she said, not looking at him.Samarth paused. He studied her — the way sh
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The night was heavy with silence, save for the distant howl of desert winds against the stone of the palace. Moonlight pooled like silver on the marble floors, casting soft, rippling reflections against the walls.Inayat sat by the low burning lamp, her slender fingers threading idly through the fabric of her shawl. Two nights had passed since that storm of fury between her and Samarth, yet the sting of his anger still burned somewhere inside her, tender and raw.And then — footsteps. Slow, deliberate, certain.Her heart seized without permission. She didn’t have to look up to know it was him. The scent of sandalwood and earth that clung to him drifted toward her, a herald of his arrival.Samarth entered, dressed not in the royal armor or heavy robes she was accustomed to seeing him in, but in a simple white kurta and a dhoti, the fabric clinging lightly to the hard lines of his body.He looked utterly, ruinously beautiful — masculine strength carved into mortal form, yet dangerous, l
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The morning sun rose pale and weary over the kingdom, as if even the heavens sensed the unrest brewing within the palace walls. The great court of King Samarth was summoned early, its gilded doors thrown open to a gathering of trusted men — advisors, royal architects, the taskmaster, scribes, war strategists, shipwrights, and lords of the high council.A heavy, expectant silence weighed over them all.Samarth entered, clad in a dark, rich robe, a gold sash crossing his broad chest. His presence silenced every whisper instantly, for it was not merely the title of King that commanded such awe — it was the storm burning in his eyes, the gravity of his being.He seated himself on the high throne, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword.“Speak,” he commanded, his voice deep, steady, filling the hall.One of the elder advisors, his hands trembling slightly with age, stepped forward.“My lord… troubling news. The fleet dispatched for Velendor… has been lost to the ocean.”A murmu
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The night was a tapestry of stars, scattered across the velvety sky like shimmering pearls on black silk. The wind whispered through the palace courtyard, carrying with it the cool breath of the desert that melted against the warmth of the stone walls.Inayat sat beneath the open sky, her shawl wrapped snugly around her shoulders, her gaze fixed on the stars. She had become familiar with their constancy, their quiet brilliance in the vast, uncertain night. There was a peace in the heavens that escaped her own world, one filled with turmoil, choices, and a future uncertain. The stars, though, they always remained — timeless, patient, and steady.It was during this moment of serene contemplation that she heard the soft creak of the door, followed by the sound of slow, deliberate footsteps. She didn’t need to turn her head to know it was him.Samarth’s presence was as familiar to her as her own breath, and yet, tonight, there was a stillness about him that unsettled her. He approached h
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The night had laid its heavy cloak upon the palace, and the moon floated like a solemn sentinel in the velvet sky, its pale light spilling across the marble corridors. Samarth walked alone, his robe whispering against the polished floor, his hand trailing lightly over the cool stone of the columns as he passed beneath them. Above, the stars shimmered like ancient witnesses to the turmoil brooding in his heart.He gazed heavenward, his steps slow and measured, the weight of kingship pressing heavily upon his shoulders.“What is this plague that stirs in the heart of my kingdom, O God?” he spoke into the silence, his voice low, yet thrumming with restrained anguish. “One night was enough to throw order into chaos. I sense the serpent has entered with a lifted brow, sure of its strike. I am not blind, nor am I unaware of its design — to bleed this kingdom, to strike me down. And yet... who is it?”He paused beneath a great arch, the moonlight pouring around him like a silver river.“Cou
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The afternoon sunlight was gentle, spreading across the stone terrace. A warm breeze stirred the sheer curtains that hung from the arches. On a low marble platform, shaded by the curving vines of a flowering tree, Inayat and Aabroo sat together, their iktaras resting lightly against their knees.The melody rose, simple and sweet, as Aabroo plucked the strings carefully, her small fingers finding their place with growing confidence. A smile flickered across Inayat’s face as she guided her, letting her own fingers dance more freely across her instrument, filling the air with a melody that wove itself between the columns and drifted into the blue sky.For a time, they said nothing, letting the music speak what words could not.Then, almost shyly, Aabroo’s voice broke into the stillness, low and uncertain, as if she feared her own thoughts.“He seems... very occupied these days,” she said, keeping her eyes on the iktara, her fingers still moving over the strings. “My brother.”Inayat’s fi
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The morning sun stretched its long golden fingers across the palace grounds, brushing over stone and silk, glinting off armor and glass. Yet within the shaded corridors, the air remained cool, heavy with a quiet that spoke of unspoken tensions.Inayat moved swiftly, her white robes swaying as she carried a scroll against her chest, heading toward the council wing for matters that could not wait. Her steps echoed softly along the marble floor.But before she could turn the corner, a familiar presence filled the space ahead — a shadow tall and commanding. Samarth stood there, his arms crossed, his dark eyes heavy with something far colder than mere disapproval.Their eyes locked.A pause, stretched thin as a drawn bowstring, hummed between them.“Inayat,” Samarth said, his voice low, almost too calm. “A word.”There was no request in his tone — only command.Inayat halted, lifting her chin, her heart already tightening at the storm she sensed rising.Samarth stepped forward, closing the
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The grey fingers of dawn slowly stretched over the vast waters of Tziyonia’s ocean, stirring its restless tides into shimmering ripples of silver and blue. The air was cool and fragrant with the scent of salt, damp wood, and the faint sweetness of wild coastal blossoms that grew along the craggy shores. Mist clung low over the waves, breathing mystery into the morning, while the cries of seagulls swept across the water like wandering spirits.Upon the rocky coasts, life had long awakened.The fishermen, rugged and diligent men, were dragging their heavy nets back to shore, their simple boats creaking under the burden of the night’s catch. For them, this was the hour of labor and gain, to return with fishes fresh and for the morning trade.Among them, a man named Vihan worked silently, hauling a woven net filled with the glinting bodies of fish. His tunic was soaked to the knees, and his hands, calloused from years of toil, gripped the ropes with a sure strength. As he heaved his boat
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The Rule LXI “Let Them Wonder.”
The sun had barely risen above the sandstone ridges of Tziyonia when the first trumpet call rang through the eastern gates. A long, golden note, echoing down into the city’s heart, stirred the air like prophecy. With it came heralds in royal blue and silver, their steeds dusted with travel, banners gleaming under morning light.By mid-morning, the kingdom had shifted. Market women paused their counting; armorers stood straight at their anvils. The very stones of the streets seemed to hum with the weight of announcement. At every intersection and courtly corridor, voices rang loud and jubilant:“By royal decree, a feast in the king’s honor!”“All noble houses are summoned to prepare their fairest daughters!”“Let the daughters of Tziyonia and distant lands present themselves in splendor — for the eye of the king shall look among them.”The city’s pulse quickened. Seamstresses were summoned before breakfast had settled. Silk merchants saw their stalls stormed. Jewels were polished until
The Rule LX The Call Of A Feast
Pale light filtered in through narrow windows of the council chamber, casting long shadows across the mosaic floor. The large round table, polished by time and tempered by centuries of counsel, held goblets of spiced wine and sealed scrolls — evidence of discussion, persuasion, and subtle war.It had been fifteen days since the burial of Aakash, and though the court still moved with respectful silence, the rhythm of palace life was slowly returning. Mourning had been dignified, as befitting a soldier who died with honor — but time moved forward, indifferent to loss.Lord William stood with his hands folded behind his back, a deep maroon cloak draped across his shoulders, clasped with the sigil — a serpent coiled around a crown. His white hair was oiled and combed neatly, his expression unreadable. Around the table sat the chief officials — Ministers of Trade, War, Culture, and Lineage. These were men seasoned in statecraft, loyal to the realm, and loyal — perhaps more cautiously — to
The Rule LIX Farewell Of The Bold
The night had fallen heavy upon the kingdom. A hush lay over the land, broken only by the muffled sound of hooves pounding against the earth. Samarth, the King, rode hard beneath the darkened sky, the wind pressing against his cloak like the breath of fate itself. He had been summoned not to council, nor to war — but to farewell.At the rear wing of the palace, beyond the rosewood courtyard and down the corridor lined with flickering oil lamps, a chamber had been prepared. It was the room of transition, where the departed were honored before being returned to the soil. Within its walls, the scent of myrrh floated with dignity, rising like soft incense toward the rafters. A solemn stillness blanketed the air.Aakash, a humble ship-guard and devoted servant of the crown, lay upon the ceremonial table. His body had been bathed with care — water warmed and scented with lavender and sandalwood. His wounds, harsh and unrelenting in life, had been gently tended as though love could unmake d
The Rule LVIII Tonight, We Mourn
Night draped the kingdom in a hush of solemnity. Only the watchful glint of spears, the shifting shadows of torches, and the disciplined tread of soldiers stood guard against the encroaching silence. In the secluded wing of the citadel, hidden deep beneath the eastern ramparts, the flickering lamplight cast trembling shadows over the carved stone walls of the healing chamber.Here, lay Aakash.The young soldier’s chest rose and fell faintly, his breathing slow, shallow, steady. His wounds — once deep gashes of crimson — were dressed in layers of salve and linen. His face was still pale, touched by sleep too deep to stir. Around him, guards stood in a firm semicircle. Their spears faced outward. Their gazes flicked from door to shadow to each other. At the center of them, seated but never still, was Commander Veer.It was he who had stationed the guards. He who had demanded Aakash’s wounds be treated in this hidden place. It was he who had stood watch since the moment the king had left
The Rule LVII Rejection After Rejection
The sun cast a warm, golden hue upon the sandstone floors of the Ivory Chamber — a secluded hall within the palace reserved for counsel of the most private and delicate nature. Today, the chamber held a different kind of weight: it was filled with polished officials, dignified nobles, and the high priest himself, gathered around long tables draped in crimson silk, upon which lay carefully rolled parchments and framed portraits.Portraits of princesses.From across the distant provinces and allied kingdoms, images had arrived in ornate frames and scrolls: delicate faces of noble birth, each captured in their best light, adorned in the jewels of their homeland. It was the beginning of what would be known as the Selection.Samarth, king of kings, sat upon the cushioned divan at the head of the room. A silken robe of forest green and obsidian draped his broad shoulders, a golden clasp bearing the crest of his house fastening it in place. His dark hair was loosely tied back, a sign of inf
The Rule LVI Undone By Love
He gently pulled her closer, not to imprison her but to bring her back to the space she had abandoned. She came slowly, reluctantly, and then, with hesitation, sat beside him.He gazed at her for a while. Her eyes were lowered to her lap, her fingers tightly entwined.“Aap ro kyun rahi hain?” he asked, voice low with concern.(Why do you weep, dear lady?)She shook her head. "Nahi jaante ki kyun itna ro rahe hain hum," she murmured. “Nahi jaante ki kyun aapke qareeb aane se yeh dil itna ghabra jaata hai.”(I know not why these tears flow so freely from my eyes. Nor do I understand why my heart trembles so, each time I draw near to you.)His brows furrowed.“Kya humne kuch kiya hai?” (Have I, perchance, committed some folly?)She lifted her eyes to meet his. In them, he saw longing. Pain. Something unsaid but sharp as a blade.And then she spoke, breaking something inside him, “Aap humse door rahein toh zyada achha hai.”(It is better, perhaps, that you keep your distance from me.)He
The Rule LV Do Not Walk Away
The scent of saffron and roasted cumin filled the royal dining hall, mingling with the rich aroma of freshly baked bread and slow-cooked meats. Torches lined the marble walls, casting golden flickers upon polished silverware and porcelain dishes. Aabroo sat to the right of the king, her small hands clumsily peeling a pomegranate, utterly lost in her own world, humming a tune under her breath with no care for the muted tension surrounding her.Samarth sat at the head of the long table, dressed in a regal robe of deep cream embroidered with threads of muted gold. He held his goblet without tasting it, his thoughts clearly elsewhere, his gaze often wandering to the empty seat reserved to his left.Once again, Inayat had refused his invitation.He had sent a word — softly worded and spoken with an earnestness that few had heard in the king’s voice. But the response was the same as the previous night: She will not be joining, my Lord. She is resting.No excuse. No explanation. Just dista
The Rule LIV The Art Of Torment
Samarth’s return from the inspection had been awaited, but no one waited more eagerly than the monarch himself — for the face that resided in his thoughts more vividly than any report, any city, or any fortress he had passed through. Inayat. Her name was a flame upon the parchment of his heart.The journey back to the palace was long, yet Samarth rode with the urgency of a man whose soul was being pulled by a tether invisible to all but him. Dust rose behind his steed as the city gates opened wide, horns heralded his return, and citizens bowed low to their sovereign. Yet, his eyes searched not for applause, but for a shadow in the upper balconies, a glimpse of a familiar silhouette.Once within the palace, he did not tarry. His boots echoed down the marble halls as he went straight to his chamber to cleanse himself. Robes of dark silk, belted with gold, were placed upon him by his attendants. His hair was tied back in a loose clasp, the seal of his reign engraved upon the ring that a
The Rule LIII Look For A Queen
The terrace stretched wide above the courtyard, its carved stone railings warm under the touch of the late sun.Below, the courtyard bathed in soft gold; a tender scene unfolded — Inayat sat cross-legged upon the grass, her white robe pooling around her, a harp cradled in her lap. Beside her, Aabroo leaned in eagerly, small fingers fumbling across the strings as Inayat corrected her with patience and laughter.The music rose in broken, sweet notes, catching the breeze and carrying upwards.Samarth sat among his lords and officials, but his gaze wandered too often. His hands were resting on the armrest like the king he was, his figure cast in gold and shadow, unmoving save for his eyes — always drawn toward Inayat.None among his council dared follow the king’s gaze.None but Lord William.The elder noble leaned lightly on the rail as he stood near it, his voice casual as he said, “The courtyard wears a fairer sight today, sire.”Samarth’s brow lifted, but he said nothing.William smil
