In the alternate universe, set in the medieval period, where power rules and superstition lingers in the thin air, the tale of The Last Princess unfolds.
For the hazel eyed king has secrets, desires and motives.
The champagne eyed queen has fears...
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The war had ended. The night fell like a curtain and worked as an ointment on the wounds of those who were wounded. Victory was announced and howls of joy filled the air, replacing the sounds of swords clashing. Corpses lay scattered on the battlefield, lifeless and sacrificed. It started raining again, as if heaven was trying to erase the bloodstains from the face of the earth. It was a bloody war, the soldiers were not well prepared. Surely, they had guessed but had not prepared enough.
Shivaay felt relief flood his system, yet handled his expression, keeping it neutral. Dangers loomed in the dark, waiting and ready to strike. He had called for Maan Singh, a talented official and the man whom he was going to crown as the king of Harikela. He had to leave for his castle after he finished the work. He had decided to reside the night in the castle of Harikela for the night. His army was tired and wounded. He had instructed them to be alert despite the joy of victory.
"Dhyaan raahe, kisiki hoshiyaari kisiko bhaari bhi par sakti hai," (Be careful. It will be harmful for the person who tries to double cross me) Shivaay's voice echoed in the night air. Some residents of Harikela shivered. Betrayal didn't go well with the king. Shivaay crowned the king. He had ordered the people of Harikela to assemble for the coronation. He decided to finish this by the night, so that he could return tomorrow. Oh, and how could he forget about his little sparrow. He had been worried after he saw those honey row orbs in the battlefield. What if she was hurt?
After the crowning he asked all the soldiers, who were not injured to assemble in the throne room. Shivaay stared at the line of soldiers, while sitting on his throne. He stepped down. The only sound in the hall was that of the rain. The soldiers were annoyed, yet afraid. Why had the king asked for them? This hadn't ever happened, he never asked them to assemble after a war. Had someone attempted to double cross him?
Anika's breath hitched as the sound of footsteps became louder and clearer. Her husband stalked towards her, though his expression was mostly readable, there was a glint in his hazel eyes. As if those eyes knew something, something she didn't. Anika forgot to breathe, once he stood right in front of her, his eyes looking forward, not at her. Was he aware? How?
He turned towards her, simpering. "Chaliye," (let's go) Anika blinked, what just happened? Shivaay walked away and all the other eyes in the room were now on her. Anika looked sideways before following him. She just wanted to run. Anika took deep breaths before silently leaving behind him.
"Aaj aapne hamari jaan bachayi, uske liye shukriya. Aapko jo inaam chahiye, woh hum denge," (thank you for saving my life today. I will reward you with anything you ask)
Shiavay was looking on the other side, towards the large windows. Anika stood closer to the door of his chamber, not daring to go near him. She suddenly feared, what if he knew? He had asked her not to come, didn't want her to go with him. Though she didn't know why, Anika had a feeling he will not take this well. Anika decided to stay quiet, not because she didn't have anything to say but as if she spoke, he would know it was her, if he had not known already.
