Shadow and Light

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The Shadow

I woke up at the crack of dawn

I had collapsed, I remember. There was little that I forgot nowadays. It was the after effect of using up all the adrenaline that I had accumulated when I saw that man. And then he was dead.

I knew who would have put me in my room.

I have thought about how my purpose of being the Shadow was fulfilled. How I have nothing else left, that also meant I didn't want to live here. In this huge palace where no one was mine and I was nobody's.

The man whom I had pledged to kill is dead, I have no reason to be here, to proceed with this marriage.

I have not stopped hating King Ranvijay, but I also don't wish kill him. He has proved to be noble when he turned a blind eye towards me committing murder, in his dungeon, in his supervision.

I had to leave, I can't marry the King of this vast nation, I can't become a queen, I am not worthy. And if the people found out that their newly appointed queen is the reason behind the fear of many, they will surely rebel. This kingdom is better off without me.

I lied when I said I don't have enemies, I have enemies, too many to count.

The one who trespassed through the walls of this palace, was just one example as to what extent my nemeses will go to kill me.

I can save myself but once they got into the royal palace, a lot of women will lose their lives. The men, I didn't care enough about them.

My next step was to leave. Leave without getting caught, this time I had a better plan.

To not leave like I am the Shadow, this time I will present myself as the woman as I was, as the woman the society was so eager to see me as.

Changing into a simple green saree, and absolutely nothing on my face, I headed out the window.

I knew the guards were changed on my door, there was no possible way to get past them without actually killing them.

I was not bad in hand-to-hand combat but I felt safer when my daggers and my sword were with me, tucked nicely inside the folds of my jacket or on my thighs.

Getting out of the window and on the pattern that was working as holders which were created on the wall parallel to the window, I noticed that I was on the second floor, dropping from such a height might not kill me but will surely break my legs.

I needed to get down, but doing this in a saree was turning out to be a difficult and painful task.

I grabbed the pattern/holders with all my strength and started descending, taking painful and slow steps. I had to stop after every third holder to catch my breath.

Once I was on the wall which belonged to the first floor, I started hearing noises.

"Maharaj, I am telling you, you should not marry her. Just looking at her I feel like she is danger. You still have time, don't marry her your highness" I heard that wretched Meera's voice.

I heard him take a huge sigh. It was too early in the morning for him to care about this shit.

"Maharaj, why do you wish to marry her? She is not even a princess; she looks like she is a nobody. And your highness, she is not even beautiful, she is...she is also fat, have you looked at her thighs? Her shoulders? She is the manliest woman I have ever seen your highness." That witch continued, me? Manly? I think she has never seen me properly. And my shoulders were the right size. My arms though they were built, muscular.