Ruthless

↠ Satrah ↞

A FEW WORDS:
Saree - A traditional dress (It's a long fabric that's draped over as a dress (I suck at explaining, you can Google it lol))
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❝My heart is so full of you, I can hardly call it my own.❞ 
Liana Radulescu

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THE NEXT MORNING

THE morning sun rose over the horizon, bathing the training grounds in its eternal halo as clouds floated around. A small yet lethal crowd stood under the sky, determination running like stardust through their veins and igniting the pools of their eyes.

The Maharani entered the grounds, her normal traditional attire exchanged for armors and chainmail as Shree and Aziza stood to her left and right respectively.

The people in front of the sovereign bowed down in courtesy but she gestured for them to stop as she silently eyes the crowd – A group of women from different places, women of different ages yet the same struggle. All of them wore the same expression – determination and hunger. Determination to prove themselves, hunger to finally show what they're capable of, one chance to prove that they weren't the dirt of a man's feet but rather the poison that will be their doom. They were here to show that they were the descendants of the queens who died but never bowed to someone else.

The pools of honey in the queen's eyes burned with authority and power as she looked at the warriors in front of them, some as young as sixteen to some as old as in their mid-forties but all of them tired and ready to fight.

"Why are you all here?" The monarch asked, feeling the hunger surge through the entire grounds, electrifying the air and fueling their bodies with an unknown fierceness.

A woman, in her early twenties walked in front of the crowd – the fabric from her saree covered her face, "We want to fight." Her voice was angry and pained.

"Zara already told you what we want. We want to fight even if it's up until our very last breath. Until the crimson blood is running through our veins and the heart in our chest is thumping, we will fight." She let down the veil in front of her face and squinted – adjusting to the light – before continuing, "We will fight to show that we are more than just a trophy or someone who exists to please others. It's a war for our kingdom and we will fight to save our kingdom and end this eon-old fight of oppression." The woman took a step forward.

"If we can't bring down heaven," Zara said as she kept a light hand on the woman's shoulder, "we will raise hell."

Another girl, one on the younger side, looking about seventeen stepped next to the woman, "I am tired living in fear. I want to fight." She looked around to all the other girls, "We all want to fight."

The sovereign nodded with understanding and looked over to the crowd, speaking loudly, "We have lived our entire lives, belittled, hit, hurt. We have lived out entire life in fear of the unknown but not anymore. We are done with them acting like we are nothing more than scum, for they have forgotten that the goddesses that they worship are women."

"And if a woman can be a safe space, a safe haven and paradise. She can also become doom, destruction and chaos. A woman who is determined and knows what she wants can break down the gates of heaven and unleash hell on whoever gets in her way and that is what we will do, we will show these people that our kingdom rightfully belongs to the people and no one else, that we will go down with a fight."

The crowd broke into nods and chants as the queen ended her speech. 

"Looks like we might win this." Shree gave a smile, "Brilliant."