The Lost Dynasty

Chapter 59

A new heir

A new era

Would there be a possibility for Saif to vanish from the throne and history?

Or possible rewind the end of a condemned era?

Little Amjed was securely and safely back in Amita's arms, where he belonged. His head laying on her shoulder, along with his arm and his legs around her waist.

Clinging onto her like a koala.

Amita stood tall and proud, an imaginable pose for a well-earned statue of herself. While she stared down the one who dared to lay a finger on her beloved son. The atmosphere was heavy and heated as tension boiled. Komal stared back with icicles shooting out of her sockets.

Two powerful, capable, and provoking ladies, before one another, stared each other down on the grounds where the royal duels were once held. But it seems to that blood would be shed once again. Such a shame for those proficient and inspirational enough to remake society for the better to be pinned against each other.

Kyda stood by her side as her finger was embedded within Amjed tiny hands.

Her knee was still stained with a slight scarlet red, from her wound and her arms were glossed with harsh bruises from her stumble. She was living proof of Saif destruction, he no longer had boundaries or limitations to who he could harm.

The heavy grand brass doors from inside of the palace were opened by two guards and placed their back against the frame as their Emperor struts in with luxury silk and charmeuse clothing his body. He completed his look with much gold from the welded metal piece from his head to his shoes. While all his people over the palace walls were suffering from the injustice and the collapse of their thriving economy, their king was decorated with wealth that's could feed the empire. 

The royal advisors, or what was left of them after many mishaps and disagreements of their Emperor reigning, they followed him closely as them spat out multiple concerns all at once.

"Emperor, this is important, the enemies are close to our borders" they pleaded with him "The Marathas had vanquished most of our armada, we need to act upon this fast" but Saif took no heed to their worries for what could be in fate for him, his people and his throne. Instead, he made his way up to Kyda noticing the damages he caused to his Alula. "Kyda, I'm sorry, are you ok? I'll assign you with many handmaidens you want, I want you to feel bett-" he reached out towards her in hopes to show he's sympathetic and means no harm, but Amita blocked his way. "Get your hands away from her" Amita place Amjed into Kyda embrace as she used her own body as a shield to protect the people she loved the most. Saif took two steps back to appeal to Amita and glanced behide her to see the young boy and Kyda.

"He looks just like Owais" Saif confirmed, his lips curved upwards by the resembles, how this could be his second chance. The four royal advisors glanced at each other in dread, thinking of the same thing. "He's a born leader like his father" Amita added as her hands formed a fist as tension grew. Komal place her hand on her belted dagger ready to punish her but the Emperor chuckled "He also has his Uncles charms and good looks". Kyda couldn't restrain herself from grinning by his comment and he caught a glimpse. He wanted that memory to be painted into a masterpiece to hang in his chambers.  "More importantly his uncles will give him the throne that he rightly deserves" Amita added, she was no longer afraid and will claim Owais title for her son. Komal draws out her dagger "HOW DARE YOU!", nevertheless, Saif roses her hand to halt her "Sister-in-law, your jokes need work". One of the four royal advisor were shoved forwards by the other to address their ruler "Emperor Saif... according to the royal line to the throne, Owais's son is the rightful heirs to the throne". They witnessed their Emperors back muscles tense before he turns to face them "would u rather have an infant rule this empire or..." he then faced Kyda "a monster?".