Princess Aarya, to the people of Darbhanga was the epitome of beauty. She was a strong and fierce warrior and yet, so gentle. Yes, she had her imperfections, but on her, even the smallest of them felt perfect. The people of Darbhanga believed she wa...
Princess Aarya, wasn't what people would call, a typical princess. She wasn't the one to lock herself up in her room whenever some outsider would come to visit the kingdom of Darbhanga. She was a bold and fierce warrior. How couldn't she be one? After all, she was the daughter of Raja Chittor Singh, one of the greatest warriors ever known. The reason of Aarya being so unique from the other princesses was definitely due to her upbringing. At a very young age she learnt easy war tactics, and to be honest her family loved it. Her mother, Rani Anjali was proud of being able to raise such a beautiful and tough daughter. She had a little sister, Arvita who always looked up to her. Princess Aarya was very close to her father. He taught her how to ride a horse and almost everything a warrior should know. Even though some people frowned upon the royal family for raising their elder daughter like that, the people of Darbhanga and the royal couple themselves could care less about it. The people of Darbhanga loved Aarya and Arvita a lot because they grew up right before their eyes. To the people, they were the daughters of Darbhanga.
It was a sunny noon and Aarya was practicing sword fighting with her friend from the nearby kingdom. Prince Zayn Javadd Malik. He belonged to the Malik family and was the son of Sultan Yaser Malik and Sultana Trisha Malik. He had an elder sister, Princess Doniya and 2 younger sisters, Princess Waliyha and Princess Safaa. Aarya and Zayn grew up together because their kingdoms were allies against the British.
Clinking of swords were heard. One last swing and a sword fell. Zayn had defeated Aarya yet again.
"I'm done with this, how do you always keep winning?" Aarya asked Zayn who was putting the sword back into its place.
"Practice love," Zayn said with a smile. Being 2 years elder to Aarya, Zayn was very protective of her.
"Whatever, now that it's over let me ask you something. How did the last meeting go?" She was referring to the occasional meetings their kingdoms had. Zayn was the one who passed her the information as her presence was prohibited.
"Not good, the viceroy's planning on visiting your palace. He's bringing a few people as well. His nephew or someone I guess." he says with a sigh.
Upon seeing Aarya frown, Zayn quickly changed the topic.
"Let's go inside, I'm starving. It's been long since I've eaten food made by your mother"
Aarya's face lit up "You know, sometimes I think my mother loves you more than she loves me."
"How couldn't she? Look at me, I've got the charms" Zayn jokes, placing his arm on her shoulder. (A/N I 'm trying my best to not ship them).
(At the royal court after lunch)
"Your Majesty, the viceroy has sent a letter regarding his visit. If your permission be granted, shall the letter be read at the court?" asked the minister who worked at the royal court of Darbhanga.
"It shall" said Raja Chittor Singh.
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After the letter was read, Raja Chittor Singh stood from his throne. He was furious of how the British were meddling in their state's internal matter.
"The court has been dismissed" and with that the people started leaving the royal court. Everyone had left the place but Sultan Yaser Malik was still there. He knew that he had to stop Raja Chittor Singh from making a mistake before it was too late to, because sometimes the Raja's short temperedness has cost them a lot.
"We'll sort this out, Singh. Don't beat yourself up about it. I suggest you go back to the palace and spend some time with your family." The sultan tried to reason.
The Raja rubbed his temples to relieve the stress and let out a sigh. There was havoc in different parts of the subcontinent. No event could be predicted beforehand. Everyday there were wars, deaths, these were very dark times. The people didn't hate the British and Irish commoners. They hated the officials who were the reason for the death of their dear ones.
Raja Chittor agreed that he needed to calm down and so he wanted to talk to his elder daughter about the arrival of the British. He asked Aarya's handmaiden, Saira to call for her. The handmaiden did a quick bow and set off to seek for the Princess.
Aarya's POV
"Princess Aarya" a voice called as I was busy talking to Zayn. I turned around and saw that it was Saira. She was very nice and kind to me, just like a friend.
"There you are Aarya; I was searching for you. Your father has called you to the court. Oh and Greetings Prince Zayn! You may also come along with her. The Sultan is there too." she said giving us a sweet and heart-warming smile.
"I'll be there in a minute Saira." I said as I got up from the chair.
"I'll come too" Zayn said.
As we reached the royal court, I could see that my father was in deep conversation with Sultan Yaser Malik. Saira informed my father that we had arrived and she left the room.
My father gave me a quick hug and asked us to sit down and when we did, he handed me a scroll, seeing the cursive English writing, I knew it was related to the arrival of the viceroy as Zayn had mentioned before.
"So, it was true? The Viceroy is bringing his nephew along with him? But why? From what I have heard, he is against all the morals and principles his uncle follows." Zayn asked, very confused.
"Yes my son, I think that is one of the reasons why he wants to bring his nephew along. He wants to change his nephew's thought process. I really hope it doesn't change him. We have very few people that are against the officials." Sultan Yaser said.
"It says they'll reach here on the 27th , that is only 6 days from today. Have they said anything else about it father?" I asked, worried, the viceroy was very fierce and almost had no sympathy. I didn't know if I could live in the same place as him without having the feeling of strangling him to death.
"Not yet Aarya, not yet. The only thing I know is that his nephew is Harry Styles and he has an elder sister. His father wasn't very supportive of his brother becoming a viceroy. They sent Harry for a normal civilian job here but his uncle ended up forcing him to join the military. So far, he hasn't been in the battlefield. From what I've heard he seems like nice person." My father said almost emotionless. All of this had drained him physically and mentally. He was getting weaker day by day and it scared me. If I was afraid of anything, it would be losing my father. Even the thought of it felt like a dagger stabbing me right through my chest.
Seeing it was already dark, my father suggested we go back to the palace. Zayn and his family were staying over for the night.
When we reached the main room, I saw Arvita playing with Waliyha and Safaa. Doniya was married so she had been staying at her in law's kingdom. The helpers were setting up the dining table while my mother was talking with Trisha.
Out of nowhere, Zayn nudged my arm and whispered "Don't worry, everything will be alright. Even your father."
Was it evident on my face that I was worried or does he just know me very well?
A/N: Hope you enjoyed that part. I am sorry if it didn't meet your expectations but I am just beginning to write fanfics on Wattpad. As for when I'll be updating next let's say it'll take a bit time cuz school is just *sigh* .. Bye until then <333
