Sundari felt her heart skip a beat as she looked up at the King. She had heard stories of his bravery and power, but seeing him in person was even more impressive. His strong frame and powerful features made her heart flutter, and she had to shake her head to clear her thoughts.
She had to remind herself that she was here as a man, and there was no time for her to be distracted by the King's beauty. The guard stammered an explanation to the King, and Rudransh's gaze shifted to Sundari.
"This is the intruder?" he asked, his voice booming in the small space.
Sundari nodded, trying to act as confident as she could.
"No, Your Highness," she said, her voice gruff and low. Rudransh stepped forward, narrowing his eyes.
"You don't look a man," he said, his voice slightly amused. "You are certainly no match for my knights or my soldiers, so what could you possible be here for."
Sundari felt her cheeks flush, and she clenched her jaw. "Appearances can be deceiving, Your Highness," she said, her voice tight. "I assure you, I am highly capable."
The guard laughed, and Sundari's heart sank. She knew she was fooling no one, not even the King. But still, she had to try. Rudransh looked her up and down, his expression contemplative.
"You don't look like a man," he said, his voice curious. "You're too small, and you have no muscles. What makes you think you are capable?"
Sundari felt her face heat up, and she scowled.
"I may not have muscles, Your Highness," she said, her voice tight. "But I have more than enough skill and intelligence to make up for it. I am more than capable of taking care of myself."
The guards laughed again, and Sundari felt her temper flare. She wanted to prove to him - and to the King - that she was more than capable. Rudransh nodded slowly, and Sundari felt a wave of relief wash over her.
"Very well," he said.
The guard continued to laugh, and Sundari felt her temper flare. She wanted to prove to the idiot guards - and to the King - that she was more than capable.
"Your Highness," she said, her voice tight, "I can assure you that I am more than capable of defending myself as a man. Please give me the opportunity to prove it." The guard's laughter died away, and he glanced nervously at the King.
Rudransh nodded slowly, and Sundari felt a wave of relief wash over her.
"Very well," he said.
Sundari nodded, and the King motioned for his guard to bring her a sword. He handed it to her, and Sundari's heart raced. She had never used a sword before, and the weight of it in her hands felt strange and unfamiliar. Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward and bowed to the King.
"I am ready, Your Highness," she said, her voice strong and confident. Rudransh stepped forward, and the two of them began to fight. Sundari was sure that the King was holding back, as she could barely keep up with his movements. She parried and thrust, trying to keep up with the King's quick and graceful motions. As they fought, she could feel his gaze lingering on her. She felt her cheeks flush, and her heart raced.
Sundari and Rudransh continued to move around each other, their swords meeting in a flurry of sparks and clanging metal. The guards watched in awe as the two fought, each movement more graceful and precise than the last. Sundari was putting all of her effort into the fight, but it seemed that Rudransh was barely trying, his movements smooth and effortless. She was starting to feel the strain of the fight, and sweat was dripping down her forehead.
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Praise The Husband
Fantasy"Your a woman?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of anger and confusion. "Why did you deceive me into thinking you were a man?" Sundari's heart sank as she realized the weight of her secret had finally caught up with her. She had never intended...
