(dayang pov) I opened my eyes, and to my surprise, I found myself lying on my bed. I had no memory of how I got there. One moment, I was talking to the babaylan, and the next, I was... here. I sat up, rubbing my temples. This was the second time in recent days that I had passed out without warning. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, that my body was trying to tell me something. As I thought about it, I realized that maybe it was just stress. The pressure of ruling the kingdom, the death of my husband, the doubts about my leadership... it was all taking a toll on me. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, testing my balance. I felt a bit dizzy, but otherwise okay. Maybe I just needed to take better care of myself, find ways to manage my stress and anxiety. But as I looked around my room, I couldn't shake the feeling that something more was at play. That there were forces beyond my control that were shaping my destiny. I pushed the thought
(raja lontok's pov) I watched Dayang Kalangitan from afar, my heart aching with longing. I had been observing her for days, and it was killing me to see her struggling to cope with her grief. She was strong, but I could see the pain and vulnerability in her eyes. As I watched, she sat on the throne, her expression firm as she attended to the affairs of the kingdom. But then, her advisor approached her, and I saw the tension in her body. She was trying to be strong, but I knew she was still grieving. The advisor spoke to her, and I saw the frustration in her eyes. She was trying to assert her authority, but the advisor was pushing her to remarry. I knew that she wouldn't be swayed, but it was hard to watch her struggle. As the advisor left, I saw Dayang Kalangitan's composure slip. She tried to hold it together, but her emotions were simmering just below the surface. And then, she fainted. I felt a surge of worry and instinctively took a step forward, wanting to rush to her s
(Third person Pov) The news of Raja Lontok's passing spread like wildfire across the districts of Tondo and Pasig, leaving a trail of grief and uncertainty in its people. As the people gathered to mourn their beloved leader, whispers of doubt and fear began to circulate among the districts. In the district of Namayan, a group of elders huddled together, their faces etched with concern. "A woman leading us?" one of them asked, his voice laced with skepticism. "It's not right. We need a man to lead us, someone strong and wise." Across the river, in the district of Tondo, a similar conversation was taking place. "Women are not fit to rule," a maharlika declared, his tone dripping with disdain. "They're better off staying in the background, tending to their households and children." The fear of having a woman in power was palpable, rooted in a deep-seated bias that had been passed down through generations. Many believed that a woman's place was in the home, not on the throne. They saw
(raja lontok's pov) I emerged from the water, gasping for air. My lungs burned, but I didn't have time to catch my breath. I had to find Dayang Kalangitan. I sprinted towards the palace of Tondo, my feet pounding the ground. As I ran, I noticed people staring at me in disgust. They covered their noses, and some even spat on the ground as I passed by. I realized that I must smell terrible – the stench of death and decay clinging to my skin. I didn't care. I had to find Dayang Kalangitan. I burst through the palace gates, and ran towards the throne room. But the guards blocked my way, their faces twisted in revulsion. "Who are you?" one of them growled. "What do you want?" I tried to speak, but my voice was hoarse and barely audible. I cleared my throat and tried again. "I... I'm Raja Lontok," I croaked. But my words fell flat. No one believed me. To them, I was just a filthy, undead thing. The guards pushed me back, and I stumbled. I fell to my knees, my strength waning.
(raja lontok's pov)I felt myself being pulled away, my spirit leaving my body behind. I didn't want to go. I didn't want to leave behind the world of the living, not yet. Most of all, I didn't want to leave Dayang Kalangitan.As I looked down, I saw her holding my lifeless body, her face etched with grief. Her fingers touched the batok on my arm, and I felt the longing for her. I wanted to reach out to her, to hold her, to tell her that I wasn't ready to go.Why was I being taken away? I still had so much to give, so much to share with Dayang Kalangitan. I still had battles to fight, victories to win, and moments to cherish with my beloved wife.As I watched Dayang Kalangitan hold me, I felt a surge of desperation. I didn't want to leave her alone, to face the challenges of ruling Tondo without me by her side. I wanted to stay with her, to protect her, to love her.But it was too late. The current of the spirit world was pulling me away, and I felt myself being swept further and furt
(Hara Dayang's pov) Two months had passed since Raja Lontok's passing, and yet, it still felt like a dream. I would wake up every morning, hoping that it was all just a nightmare, that he would be lying beside me, smiling and warm. But it wasn't a dream. The pain and emptiness were real, and I had to face them every day. Despite my grief, the kingdom was still thriving. The trades were good, the alliances were strong, and the people were content. Raja Lontok had left a legacy of stability and prosperity, and I was determined to build on that. As I sat on the throne, I felt the weight of responsibility on my shoulders. I was now the ruler of not one, but two kingdoms. I had to ensure that both kingdoms continued to prosper, that the people were happy and safe. It was a daunting task, but I was determined to rise to the challenge. I spent every waking moment attending to the affairs of the kingdom, making decisions, and meeting with advisors. I was determined to prove myself as a ca