The Story of Dhanvanthri

fourteen

You Burn Like The Sun

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"What do you mean you don't know what's going on with her?!" Dhanvanthri demanded. "You're all doctors, you can't even detect  on her actual problem but you're willing to tell us there's nothing wrong with her aside from exhaustion?"

Dhanvanthri glared at the doctor with an even harsher glare, if looks could kill, the doctor would've been turned into ash by now at how venomous the young prince looked. His hands twitched by his side, fingers moving ever so slightly as if one wrong move could end up with someone's blood on the floor.

"Dhanvanthri." A soft command, a silent order to back down. Dhanvanthri looked up at his father with a blank look, mirroring the one of the man's face. His father put a hand on the boy's head and turned his head away from the trembling doctors.

A moment later, his father spoke, "It's alright, leave this to me."

Dhanvanthri stiffened and stared at the prone form of his twin with no small amount of anger. Why was this always happening to him, everything he wanted or loved encountered bad luck. If Dhanvanthri was any less of a person that he actually was, he would credit it to himself being cursed or some other nonsense others would.

All Dhanvanthri wanted was for people he loved to actually stay alive. He wanted them to be there for him so he could be there for them as well. He had promised to keep his sister safe but how was he going to save her from her own body? Whatever caused her illness was neither an external force nor whatnot, it was obvious that it was an internal problem.

And his father was telling him to back down from directly torturing the cure out of the doctor.

Unknowing to Dhanvanthri, with his head, turned away and focus shifted. His father was glaring down at the doctors with a similar look which promised pain if the princess wasn't diagnosed properly. He looked at them with the promise of murder, uncaged and full of bloodlust before silently dismissing each and every other man aside from the guards.

Noah ducked his head and bowed shallowly before turning to escort the doctors out, treating the doctors with as much respect as his sword lord, Dhanvanthri, did. Which to say, is none at all. Noah mercilessly dragged all the doctors out of the room and dumped them outside, icily telling all of them to leave the palace.

"His Highness is incredibly unhappy with your presence," Noah informed them. "Please take your leave or I will help you do it by force."

The doctors scrambled away in fear.

"Noah, we're leaving," Dhanvanthri hissed, very nearly slamming the door behind him. Noah looked at him in patience before following along silently, curious as to how the prince would deal with this situation.

Dhanvanthri turned to Noah and asked, "How do I hire people from the magician tower?"

Noah raised his brows, "Summon them, your highness. You are a prince."

Dhanvanthri clicked his tongue, "No, that would notify my father. I'll drag them out myself. Come."

"Your every word is my command, your highness."

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"You burn like a sun, your highness."

The unknown voice called out, raspy and croaky but filled with provocation. Dhanvanthri turned to the one who spoke, staring at the woman who was looking back at him with a taunt in her eyes. She beckoned for him to take a seat in her booth silently, an invitation that Dhanvanthri would very willingly accept. For he may be a prince, but he was disguised and his identity unknown.

Noah looked confused but followed along, standing behind Dhanvanthrin with all the grace a knight should. The woman sat down in her seat, a crystal ball on the table, incense burning in every corner, and the smell of rotting rat skulking about. Dhanvanthri took a seat without a problem, never minding the smell nor the dirty place.

"Pick three cards," The woman offered, a deck of tarot cards over the table all turned down. Dhanvanthri looked down at the cards before tilting his head, "You're not even going to ask what I want to know about?"

The woman looked at him with a knowing look and said, "Ah, but if I do need to ask, you wouldn't believe it. Would you, your highness?"

Satisfied, Dhanvanthri reached for three cards at random. he pushed them forward slightly and turned back to stare at the woman. The woman, or would it be better to say oracle now, smiled crookedly as she kept the cards which weren't chosen. Three cards remained on the table, all covered. There was tension in the air.

The first card opened: Death.

"Death, upright." The woman spoke, "You will bring change whether we like it or not."

Noah tensed before calming down with a single glance from Dhanvanthri. The young prince stared down at the card nonchalantly before turning to the woman. The woman smiled shallowly, reaching her hand for the second card. It flipped open.

"Sun, upright," The woman hummed. "You will be successful, you will be great. But..."

The final card opened: Hermit.

"You will feel alone. You will stand at the very top, burning like the sun and taking the whole world as your own. But you will be lonely, you will have everything and yet nothing at all," The woman grinned sinisterly. "The Hermit; Reversed."

"For there is a someone who shares your blood with a reversed hanged man dangling over their head," The woman kept all her cards. "Dhanvanthri de Alger Obelia, you burn like the sun. For you shine too bright for many to get close with but radiate brightness that demands people's attention. You burn like the sun, your highness."

"And what does that mean?" Dhanvanthri asked, expression still blank.

The woman said nothing, bowing her head in respect. She neither demanded payment nor did she continue speaking, as if a switch had turned off. But Dhanvanthri knew what it meant, if only due to knowledge of another lifetime.

The Sun is a star, and stars burn until the day they die. When the stars die, often, they become black holes and take everything to death with them. The silent words the woman hadn't spoken rang clear in Dhanvanthri's mind.

For Dhanvanthri is a man who burns like the sun, if he dies, the whole world will burn with him.

- Lonely Emperor; Chapter 6 'The Sun Scorches'

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

Hi, did you miss Dhanvanthri? Here's another chapter for you to enjoy. I'll like to add that this book is still being updated, I just ditched my one day one chapter update schedule. what are your thoughts on this chapter? Isn't it terribly depressing? On another note, here's another fun fact about the ML: He does exist in Lonely Emperor.