In the alternate universe, set in the medieval period, where power rules and superstition lingers in the thin air, the tale of The Last Princess unfolds.
For the hazel eyed king has secrets, desires and motives.
The champagne eyed queen has fears...
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"Naya mahal Mubarak ho, Baisa!" (congratulations on your new palace, queen!") one of the servants said excitedly making Anika pass her a small smile.
The young maids fawned over the intricate details and architecture of the new mahal that their Samrat had made for their Baisa. It was beautiful, pulchritudinous, artistic, and one of a kind. Anika herself had never seen a palace as beautiful as this.
Beautiful windows projected out of the haveli with beautiful, precious stones and stone bricks on both the countless windows and the entrance gate. The fort-style architecture of the well-lit palace did nothing but enhance its grandeur and glory. The courtyard was what made the subjects stare in utter awe. Small water bodies were decorating the prodigious courtyard where both pink and blue lotuses floated freely.
Anika loved the gift of her husband, however, she couldn't make herself feel the happiness that she had always felt due to his love and care.
Anika's glum and morose were lit by her father's ailment and her inability to find her sister. Her father had only asked for two things from her in her entire life. The first was for her to marry Shivaay, who was supposed to marry her sister, to save the kingdom from both embarrassment and the potent Samrat's wrath.
The second was for her to find her sister who had fled away from home on the night before her very own wedding, putting the entire kingdom of Singhall to shame.
There were no leads. None of Anika's leads were able to trace the elder princess and the man she supposedly had fled with. It was as if the duo was hiding from the. From the eyes of everyone. As if they had hidden amongst people, turned into dust, or concealed themselves in wind.
"Sab milke hamari Rani sa ko sata rahein hai?" (Is everyone bothering my queen?)
Shivaay's booming voice caused all the women to gasp while the men let out a hearty laugh to cover their slight nervousness due to the arrival of the mighty king.
Anika's trance was broken when her eyes clashed with his. His orbs held mirth and beatitude and how could they not? He had finally given her the gift on which he had been working ever since their marriage.
His Anika Mahal. Their home.
A small yet prominent frown etched itself on Shivaay's face seeing the desolation in his wife's champagne-brown eyes which usually drowned and allured him with their fire.
As per the royal rituals, Sugandha did the aarti of the couple and officially welcomed them into their new home. Anika touched Shivaay's feet, taking his blessings.
A part of Shivaay was jubilant seeing her submissive side while another part was uneasy. He never wanted to see her sad, and the sight of her at his feet did not satisfy him anymore, she was better by his side, beside him, his equal, his queen.
