CHAPTER :- 7

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In the morning, Boun wakes up from the sound of loud knock . He stands up from the bed and opens the door.

"BOUN!!" the girl shouts and hugs him. A bone crushing hug.

"Hey.........let me breathe"

She pulls away "... Oh.... I am sorry, I got overjoyed. Papa just told me that you came. I missed you so much. He told me you only met Papa and Ben. Let's go mee-"

Boun stops her mid sentence"Hey.... hey...... relax...........it would be nice if you tell me who you are first"

"Ohh......... I totally forgot. I am Samantha, your cousin"

"Ohh.....well...... Good morning"

Prem enters "you two met? "

"I guess so "

"Come with me Boun " She says pulling my hand.

"Let me brush my teeth atleast"

" I will take him to you, after he's done"

"Fine.......... Make it quick"

She goes. Boun thinks of something.

"Prem, how many family members do I have? "

"You met two already. Then there is Ben's wife Naya, their daughter Raya, Your Aunt and her daughter, Samantha"

"And....... Uncle? She said Papa....."

"She calls Sir, Papa, your grandfather. Her mother is Sir's daughter. They have been living here, after Reen, the traitor was sentenced to death"

"..... Okay"

"Um......Don't mention his name in front of them. Your Aunt feels ashamed of him. He has hated him since the incident, even after he died"

"Okay, got it"

"I brought your clothes"

He hands him the clothes. It's similar to what Ben was wearing.

"Uhh....... Is it necessary to wear this waistcoat"

"No, wear it if you like . But wear the rest "

"Okay, I'll be done in 20 minutes"

Prem goes outside the room. Boun brushes his teeth and takes a bath.

These clothes are really weird. It looks good, but I have never worn these type of clothes. Not my style, Boun thinks.

He only wears the trousers and white chiffon shirt. He actually looks like a prince in this outfit. He admires himself in the mirror.

He goes out. Prem is waiting for him in the hallway. He turns back and looks at Boun without blinking.

"Prem.........Shall we go now? "

Prem comes to his senses, hearing Boun's voice.

"...........Ohh......Yes...... let's go, they must be waiting for you for breakfast"

Boun goes with Prem. There is a big dinner table. Samantha sees him coming and grins.

Boun sits next to Ben. Ben tells Prem to sit with them too, he does.

"Good morning, everyone"

"Good morning son. You might not know me, I am your Aunt"

"I am Naya, Ben's wife"

Boun smiles at them.

A little girl, around 6 years, she stands up from the chair and goes near Boun.

"Ma, is he my Uncle? "

"Yes, he is. Go on, introduce yourself" Naya says.

"I am Raya. Nice meeting you" She bows.

Everyone chuckles at her gesture.

"Hello Raya, I'm Boun, your.....Uncle"

"You will live with us? "

"Yes, I will, Princess" Boun pats her head. She gives him a big smile then goes to sit on Samantha's lap.

They eat breakfast, telling Boun about each other.

After they had breakfast. Keng says "Prem, I believe you will be the best teacher for him. Teach him everything and don't let him get away from your sight, even for a second. You are the only one I can trust for my child's safety, son"

"Sir, I won't let you down"

Keng grins " Why don't you just show him around the kingdom for today, you can start training from tomorrow "

Boun is confused as to what he is going to be taught. Using swords maybe. He shrugs.

°°°°

"Do you want to walk or should we take the wagon"

"Umm......... let's just walk"

"Okay.... if you say so"

They roam around till afternoon. Boun is sitting under a tree.

"Ahh......... my legs hurt. I can't walk anymore"

Prem sits beside him.

"That's why I asked you to take wagon"

"I have learnt my lesson. Um..........yes........ I wanted to ask this, since grandfather told me about the training and the abilities. What are these.......... abilities. Do I have to learn to fight with a sword? "

Prem grins and stands up. He slowly lifts his right leg and then left one.
Boun is shocked to see this.

"Prem............. are you...... flying? "








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