The Crown Prince and His Love

Chapter 41|Vallava--what?|

Parthibendran started getting worried. It's been a few hours since he had left him alone and the Prince was yet to return back to the camp. The sun set a while ago and it was getting dangerously dark.

"Oh Shiva...I can't with him and his stubbornness," He mumbled and cursed himself for leaving him alone.

If this is what love failure does to a man then Parthibendran decided not to ever fall in love. The minor heartbreak he had in Kundavai's matter scarred him enough.

"Ilavarese!" Parthibendran called out. His horse trotted slowly in the woods, paying heed to his command. At least the horse is listening to his words.

Karikalan's tantrums only grew worse after the battle of Chevur. Parthibendran did not know what happened to him.

Parthibendran couldn't believe it. That a great warrior like Adithan, the Crown Prince, a man who could get any woman he desires is still crying, and going insane over a girl who had left him years ago.

He had to fix him, and Parthibendran took upon this huge responsibility. If not, Karikalan would just doom himself and the empire.

Maybe if he could fix up Karikalan then Kundavai 'might' show some interest in him? Then she might also marry him! Kundavai would love him for saving her brother. He smiled to himself.

But his dreams didn't last long. The sound of horseshoes shook Pallavan awake from his dreams.

He drew out his sword and alerted himself. He felt someone watching his moments. "Whose there?"

No reply came.

"Whose there!" He yelled. He sensed a shadowy figure rushing off beside him.

Pallavan looked around and inspected the area. He saw someone hiding in the bushes. He arched his eyebrows and tightened the grip on his sword. In a split second, he dove into the bushes and pinned the man hiding down.

"Aiyo! Pisasu! Ghost!" The man shrieked, closing his eyes shut. Pallavan was deeply offended. Did he just call him a ghost? Has he seen his face in the mirror?

"Who are you!" He threatened the fellow, pressing his forearms on the guy's throat.

The guy slowly opened one of his eyes. He smiled with relief after confirming that the man before him is not a ghost, but the Pallavan king himself.

"It's you! Pallava Arase! Karikalar is poisoned, he needs your help," He said in one breath.

Pallavan blinked, oh god, the Prince is poisoned, but how can he trust this man? It could be a plot to distract him.

"Who are you? Tell me! Are you one of the Pandiyan rebels?" He said, apply more pressure on his throat.

"Don't--" he choked, tapping feebly on Pallavan's arms. "I'm in your army, I fought alongside you,"

Pallavan furrowed his brows in suspicion. "We fought alongside 40,000 or more men, how can we trust you?"

"You have to! The Prince--he's there--Iyya even your Prince trusted me,"

"Even a newborn child can tell that you're a fraud by just seeing your face, you're telling me the Prince trusted you, Ey look, I'll cut out your throat and throw it in the lake, tell me the truth, Who are you!"

He whimpered. "I promise! I'm not lying! Look, I have the Prince's ring," he reached out for his pouch. Parthibendran alerted himself, eyes fixated on his hands. "Look," He held out one of Karikalan's rings which he had slipped out while aiding him.

Pallavan furrowed his brows. "Did you steal this from him? Did you hurt him?" A wave of horror struck the Pallavan King. "Did you kill the Prince!?"

"No! but he'll die soon if you keep blabbering nonsense!" The man snapped.