Changing Of Course [✔]

31. Queen of Anga

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The people cheered for their king and queen as the ornate chariot rode majestically through the cobblestone streets of Anga's capital city. The royal palace, an architectural marvel of grandeur and elegance, stood proudly at the heart of the city.

"Long live the king! Long live the queen!" All hailed.

"Hail to the queen Madirakshi!" The people cheered enthusiastically, their voices filled with joy and reverence.

Madirakshi smiled, her heart swelling with contentment as she took in the blissful scene. Anga was indeed a beautiful and vibrant kingdom.

Soon, the chariot stopped near the grand gates of the royal palace. Karna, ever the gallant consort, helped Madirakshi to step down, his touch gentle and reassuring.

They walked inside, welcomed by a shower of marigold and rose petals, the fragrant blooms cascading down like blessings from the heavens. Servants and subjects alike bowed in respect and admiration.

"Liking it?" Karna whispered, his voice warm with affection.

"Very much!" Madirakshi replied, her smile radiant with joy.

Karna escorted Madirakshi through the opulent corridors to her chamber, a sanctuary of luxury and comfort.

"This is your chamber, Gaurika," he said, his tone tender. "The maids will be here soon to attend to you."

"Okay," she responded, her eyes reflecting her gratitude.

He smiled, his eyes twinkling with affection. "Tomorrow, I will introduce you to the court. Today, you rest. It was a long journey."

"You should've some rest too," she replied, her voice soft and shy as she turned away with a delicate smile.

"Sure, Gaurika," he responded, his heart warmed by her concern.

Shortly after, her maids arrived. Leading them was Sarita, her new personal maid, whose youthful face beamed with eagerness.

"Welcome to the palace, Maharani! I am Sarita, your personal maid," she said, her voice tinged with excitement.

Sarita, a sweet and simple girl, seemed close in age to Madirakshi, and her sincerity was evident.

"Thank you," Madirakshi replied, her smile kind and welcoming.

The maids efficiently helped her, removing her travel-worn jewelry and adorning her in fresh, elegant attire fit for a queen.

"All dismiss," she commanded gently.

Sarita stayed behind, turning to her queen, as she hesitated for a moment before speaking again, her tone filled with genuine curiosity. "Maharani,"

"Yes, Sarita," Madirakshi looked at her.

"May I ask what your preferences are? In food, attire, and other things? It would help me serve you better."

Madirakshi smiled warmly, "Of course. I prefer simple yet flavourful meal, not too rich, and I enjoy sweet fruits more than sour."

"As in mangoes over grapes?"

"Right," Madirakshi smiled grew.

"Anything else, Maharani?"

"Curries are my favorite part in meals. And yes, it's should be light, not too rich. I don't like sour things in particular like sour fruits, as well as curd, if turns sour."

"Noted, Maharani" Sarita eyes sparkled with understanding. "And about attire?"

"Elegent and comfortable clothing. I like fabrics that are soft and light."