Arnav Singh Raichand quirked his eyebrow as his right hand man Aaron respectfully informed him the latest development of their campaign in the city their kingdom recently conquered for which he has to leave the palace.
"Do I have to?" He asked nonchalantly with stone expressions on his face while sitting on the throne royally.
"It's necessary, your highness, to appease the subjects!"
A mocking laugh echoed in the spacious hall.
"It's their duty to appease me not mine. I'm not going!" He announced arrogantly.
Aaron looked at him helplessly.
"But your highness, you know that-" His words got caught in his throat as he was rewarded with a wild look.
"I said I'm not going then I'm not. Find someone else to go in place of me. Got that?"
"Yes, your highness!" He curtsied and turned to leave when he heard.
"Actually you know what. I just changed my mind. Prepare for the departure!" He smirked devilishly whilst Aaron gulped because he knew that look.
The people of that city are in for a treat. A deadly treat.
Pity them!
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The King's Woman
RomanceHow far can one go to protect their love and relations? How far till that thread breaks or become stronger? ____ "SHE IS ARNAV SINGH RAICHAND'S PROPERTY. I OWN EVERY INCH OF HER. JUST LIKE I OWN THIS WHOLE DAMN KINGDOM!" . . . . "I SOLELY BELONG TO...
