The once adored, wealthy, bustling Empire of the Mughals were no more.
There was nothing but battle cries from the enemies as they paraded through blood-stained street and trampled on innocent corpse that were victims to their fallen fates. There was no one left for the hope for their Emperor.
Ali was limping but managed to injure the constant pain and agony and easily masked in front of Kyda. However, Kyda wrapped his arm around her shoulder as she wasn't going to leave him again, she wasn't going to leave his side and they were going to make it on that boat even if it kills her. The two manage to get across a large Royal Courtyard with no fear of being captured, all of the royal guards have abandoned their post and their loyalty to Emperor Saif.
The gates were left wide open for anyone to leave but for any danger to come in. As the two carried each other's weight to their meeting point, in a sweaty state. As soon as they were close, they spotted two human figures "There they are" Kyda lightly exasperated. Komal, Amita with Amjed in her arms, were waiting for them by the exit, in case they need to flee in an emergency. Amita jogged towards Kyda with Amjed being balanced on her hips and hugged the two. Ali hissed again by the sudden tight hug making Amita pulls away "I'm glad your safe, My Empress" Ali managed to stand himself up as he managed to obtain his strength. Amita placed her hand humanely on his shoulder "Thank you for not giving up on me, Ali". Ali smiled softly as his eyes fell on their hope and future, Amjed "My loyalty lies with the right monarch" he pats his hand faintly on Amjed head.
Ali made his way towards Komal with Kyda, Amita and Amjed following not so far behind. "Hey there pretty Sailor" she pestered "Looks like the vial worked, you're still walking on your two feet thanks to me". Ali dismissed her comment "I only have my legs because you and your men werent able to break them". Komal rolled her eyes before strutted past Kyda "Where are you going?" She interrogated Komal "We need to get to the boat" Amita added. "Calm down I'm just going to get my bow and arrow" she was walking further away from them "There bow and arrows at the Ottoman Empire" Ali spoke as he held his hand out for the approaching Kyda to hold "This is a one of a kind" she spun her heel to face the less knowledgeable. "No craftsmen, other than those in the Mughal Empire can recreate it, also my red arrow" Kyda clearly remembers her red arrow "It's
was carved out of a huge ruby by my Nani (grandma)". An instant flash of Kyda grandma aches Kyda's heart. How she missed her dear grandmother "Go ahead, we'll meet you at the boat". Amita begins to walk towards the exit and Ali called out to Kyda "Kyda are you coming?". However, Kyda kept Komal within her vision since she was hesitant to let her go alone but a stange oddity occurred, Komal presented a natural genuine smile and unconsciously Kyda responded with a light heart smile as Ali fondly took her hand and was guiding her out.
Kyda and Ali were so close to step out of the grand door of the palace. "ALI!" Amita shrieks out loud. Kyda face Amita in shock, whereas Ali pulled her against his chest before ducking. He was already on high alert. A ruby arrow was shot past Komal, grazing her cheek but leaving a cut and into the wooden door. The arrow could had pierced through Ali's skull. Kyda and Ali scrambled to their feet "RUN!" Komal cried out before dashing to the door and running toe to toe with Amita as she carried her child. Ali began to run but forced himself to stop his feet causing him to skid "Kyda?". He noticed Kyda was not running, she was standing near the door frame and looked at Komal's red arrow and dangling from its ends was her Chamakna-Ghanta Pattilu (Glowing Bells Anklet). Her eyes skims away from the anklet and followed up to the royal balcony where the late Empress once sat during the royal advisors meetings.
There stood Emperor Saif with Komal's bow. He stared down at his runaway bride. They both stared at one another without saying a word but there was no need since they understood each other. His eyes were glossed from heartbreak but he continued with his prideful posture. But Kyda knew the truth, the Emperor means no harm to them. He wanted to show that he was aware of their escape plot and without strain out-maneuver them
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The Lost Dynasty
RomanceA young muslim lady, born and raised in the land named England with her bloodline originating from Kashmir. It would be considered a blessing to have two completely different worlds in the palm of her hands. But not for Kyda. ~ Aunties gossiping ~ U...
