Kamakya was gazing from his bedroom window looking at the beautiful sight, then a touch of a hand landed gently on his shoulder, he turned to the person who touched him very gently, who was none other than Raja Pramad's father. "Why are you daydreaming, what do you think my daughter?" asked King Pramad.
Kamakya smiled faintly "no dad, I just saw your very beautiful kingdom" Kamakya leaned her head dear daddy shoulder."Not my kingdom" replied King Pramad. Kamakya frowned "not your kingdom, you mean?" Kamakya looked at his father with a questioning face.
"How are you, soon this kingdom will be yours, my daughter" replied Queen Amaira who came from outside. "Your mother is right, you are capable enough to hold this kingdom of Bandhura kamakya" explained King Pramad.
"Okay dad, but you're still the king in my heart" replied Kamakya then hugged his father.
While they were joking together, a guard came and seemed to want to convey an important message to the king "Sorry, Your Majesty, I'm disturbing your glorious time," said the guard while saluting.
Then king pramad went out to his throne because it was a very important matter, and it was forbidden for a king to talk about royal matters in the king's private place.
King pramad stood in front of the throne, then gave a hand signal that the guard could speak "Sorry, Your Majesty, the kingdom of South India wants to declare war against our kingdom, Your Majesty," explained the guard.
"What!! Guards prepare troops, we will accept this invitation to war" the king wanted to hurry but Kamakya held his father's hand "father, let me go with father. I will help you fight the enemy" said Kamakya who had just arrived.
"No Kamakya, you stay here with your mother, father can do it yourself" said the king and then left before Angarika said something.
Kamakya and all members of the kingdom including queen Amaira performed a puja to goddess durga, so that king pramad was safe and brought victory on the battlefield.
But when they prayed, the fire of worship suddenly went out. Everyone panicked and feared, because according to tradition the fire of worship going out by itself was a bad omen.
**
And sure enough, overcast clouds covered the kingdom of Bandhura, the news of the death of King Pramad had reached all corners of the kingdom. Like being struck by lightning during the day made everyone feel shocked, especially Queen Amaira and Princess Kamakya who wept for the misfortune they had to experience like this.
The king died fighting a very great king, the king died because 10 arrows were stuck in his chest and all over his body. He gave up enduring the pain in his body and died on the battlefield.
All the people and the work of friends have arrived at the palace to pay their last respects to King Pramad. All wearing all white clothes with faces that are not excited to stare at
This gloomy day. King Pramad's body had been brought by 5 guards and placed the body on the wood to be cremated. Queen Amaira has not stopped crying and lamenting the loss of her husband, whom she has been accompanying for almost 30 years, having to part in a painful way.Meanwhile Kamakya could only shed a few tears so as not to be too weak in front of her mother. He had to look tough in order to encourage his mother. The priest also came and read some prayers to the gods. Then the priest said, "Your Majesty the Queen, is there a son who can cremate His Majesty the King?"
But the queen just shook her head, then Kamakya came forward and said "my father doesn't have a son, but he still has a daughter, namely me" Kamakya took a jug that had been broken a little and the liquid came out and Kamakya turned it slowly. As he turned the jug filled with liquid, he remembered his memories with his father, making his tears flow uncontrollably.
After that, the priest gave a fire torch to Kamakya and set fire to the king's wooden jar, until all the wood burned with Maharaj Rajpramd. After all the mourners went home, there was only sadness in the palace, the palace seemed to have lost its light. Queen Amaira kept crying and pensive. Kamakya came trying to comfort the mother which she knew that the mother would not be comforted so soon. "Mother, please forgive mom and dad" Kamakya sat next to her mother.
"Not only am I saddened by your father's death, but I think about how the kingdom will be after his passing?" Queen Amaira looked at her daughter, then cried again. The queen has taken off all her jewelry because now she is a woman who was left to die by her husband.
"Mother, you calm down... I will replace father's position as the leader of this kingdom, you don't need to worry mother" Kamakya replied confidently and wiped the tears that kept flowing down her mother's face.
"I promise, I will devote myself to my kingdom and people, for me they are more important than my own life, oh goddess Durga, help me" whispered his heart while hugging his mother
Continued
YOU ARE READING
Shartu Prem Ban Jaate Hain
FantasyThis is my imagination fiction... A young girl who has to take care of her kingdom and people, then is forced to marry a maharaja who is famous for his war power and has no heart, How did the girl live her life?