Eshant rides on his horse on his way back to his palace along with his childhood friend behind him on a similar-looking horse.
"Who was she?"
Rajveer, his friend, asked.
"What makes you so curious?"
The Chauhan turns his head back once before asking instead.
"Do I not need to know the girl who made you walk into the part of your palace you get so disgusted to even look at?"
Rajveer pulled the rope on his horse to match Eshant's horse's speed with an excited face.
"It's nothing like that"
Chauhan explains with a slight frown as he concentrates on the way ahead.
"Doesn't she look so different?"
He asked pretty quickly looking at Rajveer.
"Different? She is a prostitute Eshant"
Rajveer confronted.
Eshant unconsciously pulled his rope tighter making his horse run faster.
A prostitute, his mind kept repeating.
A certain type of anger ran through his nerves thinking about his father's affairs with other women from that part of the boundary.
"It's normal to like girls like her but only when the sun sets. Who would know that better than you?"
Rajveer says catching up with his friend.
"I am not like your king, Rajveer"
Eshant said in a stern tone and Rajveer knew he had offended his best friend in a way he did not intend to.
As soon as they reached the main palace gates, the soldiers bowed their heads.
The main palace gates at the center always remained open for subjects as well as the two princes who loved being in touch with the common people.
Eshant jumped down from his horse and one of the helpers took the horse to the stable at the backside.
His head turned towards the tiny wall that separated his place from hers.
He felt strange so he walked inside the gloriously lit palace without bidding his friend a goodbye.
Rajveer did not mind though. He knows Eshant well and he also knows he himself was the one to be blamed so he walked away with his horse dimly.
On Eshant's way inside, everyone bowed to the 'Chote Chauhan'
"Are you not coming to the court?"
Says Drucilla, his elder sister as soon as she sees him walking into the inner palace and not the courtroom where all the men normally spent the evenings.
"Not today"
He says stopping to look at her.
"You never do"
She crosses her arms.
"The one who's to be the king is already there, I am pretty sure. I am going to be the commander-in-chief anyway and you know I am good at it. I am short-tempered and I am not good at making decisions. I just don't feel that is my place to be in"
He explains to his sister knowing she is probably the only one who would understand what he means.
"Eshant Raj,"
She started and Eshant knew it was going to be something serious.
"You should be ready for whatever the future holds for you"
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