A mark of victory; A mark of his dignity
The night was dark and the Sultan was enraged.
The sole reason he helped the Rajputs to overthrow his uncle, the known sultan of Akhand Bharat, out of Rajputana was so that he could very wisely ask for the prosperous part of Rajputana in the long run and be the eventual Sultan for his act of doing better than the current Sultan.
But what's the use of all these years of waiting if all he gets is a town in the farthest west of the estate?
Ahmed has always been compared to the young warrior prince of Rajputana in the prolonged five years of war and every time the topic came up, people pitted him for choosing his own good over his people's. He wanted to prove somehow, that if he was well so were his people.
Now that his plan was almost ruined, he knew it was time for some action.
If I don't cut off each head of the people living in this estate, I'll bury myself alive... He thought while he stood on the pavement of the palace he was made to stay in.
"Is everything ready?"
The Sultan demanded.
"Almost"
The soldiers replied.
"Make it fast, goddammit"
He hissed.
Everywhere in the palace was quiet and people were asleep but the Sultan feared, he could be killed tonight.
"It won't be wise to stay here any longer"
He whispered to himself.
Shefali was tied up and her mouth was tied with a cloth. She was made to sit in a palki, with curtains down.
"I hope the king likes the gift"
Sultan Ahmed whispered to the maid with a smirk and jumped on his horse.
The maid walked away with the gold coins she was gifted with. She was bound, risking her life here to do a task of the devil.
The soldiers slowly walked out of the open gates of the palace after making the guards unconscious with the use of herbs.
Shefali understood whatever was happening but she could not make an effort to shout or move because of how she was drugged as well.
Everyone slept peacefully in the palace knowing they would confront the Sultan the next day and the Sultan with his soldiers were sneeking away from under their noses.
The Sultan had asked the soldiers to walk in groups and to take the road through the mountains.
They knew if they somehow crossed the mountains, they were safe and that would mark their turn to dreadfully invade the sacred land of Rajputana to blunder its life and wealth away.
The corridors of the inner palace were empty and dimly lit by lanterns hanging on the hooks after even distances.
The disguised maid breath unevenly feeling the weight of the burden of the dreadful task on her shoulders.
She stopped in front of the king's chamber after confronting the guards that she was called to give him the glass of water she held.
She stepped on the silent corridor surpassing the soldiers near the staircase.
She slowly opened the door, slightly.
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𝟏𝟓𝟐𝟗: 𝐀 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐚| Indian Historical Fiction
Tiểu thuyết Lịch sử𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 Ⅰ 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐈-𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 Shefali Roy had lost her parents in a pandemic when she was just one year old. That was the first time she was orphaned. The next time she was orphaned was when she was seventeen. The army of...
