The Lost Dynasty

Chapter 55

"He left you something"

Kyda raised her head up to Amita in utter befuddlement "Huh?".  They were back in their little to empty hut as Amjed entertained himself with his homemade straw doll. "Dr Adil left you his chest, he emptied it and left a note that was addressed to you. So, in your future, you would have received it" Amita patted her shoulder before she went to her cooking pot to scoop some boiled basmati rice onto three plates. "Unfortunately, the chest is back at the palace, but maybe you can retrieve it when you head back to your timeline" she then placed Kyda plate in front of her before calling Amjed over to the mat, feeding him before eating herself. Amjed scurried over to the mat where they ate, with his tiny bare feet. Amjed sat close to his mother as Amita tears off a piece of naan and clasped some rice and curry in between before placing it into the open mouth of her hunger child.

Kyda watched intently, the skilled Amita feeding her child with one hand while her other hand balanced a plate of curry as Kyda jaw moved up and down to chew the homemade meal. How they have little to nothing and was just scraping by. How the true heir was fated for such glory and power yet was stripped away without that little mind knowing what he could have had, due to the power of greed. Motherly Amita struggles day by day to make a day liveable for herself and son. In addition, the chest could be Kyda only way back home.

3 reasons are enough for Kyda to go back. "Amita do you like being here?" Kyda was carefully with her choice of words "It's safe and it's more then what I can ask for myself and my child" she continued to feed her son.

"But do you truly believe this is the best way for Amjed to be raised?" Kyda scooted forwards as she wanted Amita to focus on what she had to say rather than focusing her attention on aiming food into her son's mouth. "Where is this all exactly coming from, Kyda?" Amita tone presented she did not have time to stick the puzzles together to figure out what Kyda was indicating "Are you criticizing how I raise my child?". "He's a royal blood, if he is entitled to such a privilege, so I don't see why he shouldn't take advantage of that" Kyda shuffled through the rug and seated Amjed on her lap "I just don't see your son benefiting if he was to grow up in a place like this".

As her sentence was coming to the complete end, Amita slammed the plate down onto the mat and faced Kyda "There's nothing at the palace for him, there's nothing there for me anymore and I can confidently say there's nothing there for you as well". Her words plunged like daggers into Kyda's chest, it took out the necessary air out of her lungs for her to speak. "The only reason I stayed in the palace was to earn the money for my family back home and..." Amita voice box slightly cracked, her doleful emotion began to unhurriedly leak from her outer shell. She coughed to maintain her stable tone "Owais... but my families village has been burnt down out for the entertainment for bored Emperor Saif and my husband is longer with us... I have no reason to go back".

Amita stood up and dusted off excess sand from her clothes "Dr Adil gone... I have no one to go back to. Amjed is my only family that still breathing and I'm not daring to risk his life for your little scheme" she bended over to take her son out of Kyda embrace.

Who knows, Kyda maybe putting her son in danger just by holding him?

But Kyda sat there almost lifeless. Time did not just only take a toll on Amita's appearance but on who she has become. She's no longer the sweet tender, lively young women who cared and lived fully beside Kyda. She grew more into her own person. She had lost everyone against her will, whereas Kyda run away from her own family over some dispute she can't even remember.

Kyda observed Amita tucking Amjed in his 'bed', safe and sound "But if Saif finds out, he has a nephew who next in line-". Amita spun with a dramatic hair whip and her hands clenched "ENOUGH!".