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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Avanti caressed her daughter's head, full of soft, chocolate, curly hair perfectly complemented her rosy skin and chubby cheeks. The little bundle of joy had been crying all night but decided to fall asleep just at the crack of dawn. Her eyes softened further as she took in her child's cherubic face. Oh, how truly nayab was her daughter!
Her small home was partially illuminated with sunlight. As her eyes wandered through the small room, she reminisced all the days when a room like this was too small to be her attic. Now it was her everything, her peace, her life, and her happiness. Luxury may be sparse here, but love and tranquillity were ubiquitous.
She didn't know how she had come this far. It was just one look into those intoxicating mocha eyes of her husband and she knew she would sell her soul for him. She didn't know if any other princesses had gone on this same path as her. All she knew was that she was no princess anymore, she was a woman in love, and women in love were fearless.
She didn't know what had happened after she left, her heart clenched every time she thought about her father and sister. Oh, how they must hate her now! Even though her husband was kind enough to keep her informed about bits and pieces of information on her kingdom, she yearned to see her family with her own eyes. She missed the warmth of her father's hug, the mischief always dancing in the amber eyes of her sister, the chaos of the palace. Yet one look at her little world, her little family, and it was all worth it. And if needed she would do it all over again.
Raghav had told her that Anika, her little sister had been made to marry her ex-fiancé, the cunning man with colour-changing eyes. Her breath got knocked out of her every time she thought of these two together. Anika had always hated that man's guts. She had always expressed how she found him to be too smart for his good. Avanti had laughed it off but didn't find the man any less scary herself.
To think that Anika had married the Samrat? It was pure horror. They were two peas in the same pod. Two hot-headed individuals hardly got along well, let alone in a marriage. Raghav had said that the couple seemed to have gotten along well and that Avanti had no reason to worry. Yet Anika was her baby sister, at times she hated herself for running away, for putting all the load on Anika, but it was either that or losing Raghav, forever and belonging with someone other than him. That thought made her sick to her stomach.
Raghav turned in his sleep, his body getting ready to rise for the day. He had always been an early riser, well he had to be. Life hadn't been kind to him. Avanti's heart bled every time she thought about all the hostilities her husband was forced to endure in his lifetime. All those scars on his face, back, and stomach were the souvenirs of his bravery. Those hideous scars had never bothered Raghav until Avanti. He was afraid that she would find him distasteful, but his little wife had proved him wrong every time as she devotedly doted on him and kissed his insecurities away every chance she got.
