บททั้งหมดของ Indian Queen Of Roman Crown : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Catering through shady and dark forest, she came near open land where bright sunlight hit her eyes which compelled her to squint them. She dared to look towards the illuminating sun and it felt being transferred into another known dimension. Her eyelids flapped and when she wasn't able to handle the intensity.White curtains, caressed by cool night breeze were the first thing which came in her vision. She blinked few times and drifted her eyeballs and saw Augustus holding her hands while his head was drooped down and it seemed like that he had fallen asleep in that uncomfortable position.Closing her eyes tightly, she tried to revoke her memory and within seconds, every detail of the dangerous event dawned upon her. She shuffled a bit and that was enough for Augutstus to sit straight.He blinked twice to escape blurness and a pleasant shock welcomed him in form of conscious Ritha. Craning his neck side wise to get rid of s

Aurelius's heartbeat was rippling high through every second. It was his responsibility to keep the map safe but he failed and now his loyalty was being questioned . His shaking finger tips curved to pick up the parched yellowish paper with black lines but nothing seem suspicious to him. His mouth was dry but nonetheless he gulped down hoping that few drops of saliva could water his throat.     His unsung question was heard by Augustus and he said, " While cartographer was making this false map, few drops of the ink fell on side corner leaving behind a stain but map which we have over here has no such stain which means that someone has replaced it. "" False map?" exclaimed Aurelius. Apart from this word, nothing registered in his mind. Everything was muddled and puzzled over here. What did Augustus meant by false map?" I never gave you my original map of the secret tunnel. " These ordinary words of Augustu

Clearing his throat at such an uninvited question, Marcus looked at Rithambara to weigh the seriousness of the matter and to his dismay, her eyes were seized on his face.   Since it was afternoon now, sun rays were diverted from their original position. In order to seek the warmth in such an uncomfortable situation, Marcus moved his chair towards sunlight and once again cleared his throat. The only fragile sound dominating the room was Justus's soft snores.     Though the question was void of any philosophy or difficulty, Marcus still didn't have any particular answers of it.Since he couldn't come up with a fitting reply, he did the smartest thing he could and instead of answering her question, he threw a question back, " What makes you ask this? "    Through Marcus's tensed body posture and a counter question, Rithambara was certain that this particular question had

I so wanted to post the trailer of IQRC over here but couldn't because wattpad isn't allowing me. So, you can follow me on instagram -JumbledSymphony and  watch it. I hope the ones who have watched it, liked my first attempt. 😊😊Evening was blur for her with medicus giving zillions of herbs and advices. Now, she was resting alone on the bed with Justus sleeping in another cot.Unable to sleep, her tumid blackberry eyes were  gazing out ahead, acutely. Steady breaths were inflating and deflating her bossom like rhyming poem while she laid there in half sitting position.The morning was long gone tourer, afternoon was like subsided sea wave, orangish glow of evening had ebbed away leaving behind eerie or maybe serene night.    With the help of a maid, she had  changed to a hand embroidered pale gown whose frilly net rested few inches above her hil

The hubbub pacified like grains of sand do before creating havoc in water, making quietness resurface but was it comforting ? Sadly, no! Plush sombreness covered city of Florence after witnessing ephemeral chaos. Wailings subsided as family of soldiers had already left the palace but Rithambara and Justus were still standing on protruding porch.Little boy had taken this news to heart and it was an endeavour consoling him. She kept whispering incoherent words to timid down Justus's cry. His painful sobs were agonizing. Since she was injured, she couldn't sit down and patch him to her chest which she desperatly wanted therefore, she kept flaring her hands through his hair. A dissapointed sigh escaped through her lips seeing her boy crying with such intensity but it was incurable and her heart was vibrating due to same pain's chord.On the other hand, Justus's heart was plunging with pain at his father's departure while his face was smothere