In the Southern Part of the map there was a huge forest spread occupying the vast area. The middle of the forest was the territory of Jalansar Tribe, the most darkest and evil among all the tribes. The tribe was ruled by the Tribe Sirdar, the king, just like the royalties yet their customs are different. They wore cloths made from animals skins with animal furr coats or hoods.
The tribe army was bigger and stronger than other tribes. In the field the tribe men are practicing moves with their weapons made from animals bones and horns.
In the Sirdar's private place the room was filled with silence, a ferocious looking man clothed in furr cloths sat on the high seat. There was a cut mark on his face starting from the forehead to going down to his cheek lowering towards his neck. Looking at his expression the informer who came to deliver news gulped down hardly. He felt like his voice was stuck in his throat and it was suffocating him.
Kanishk, the king looked at the little fellow. He already knew the news yet he was still looking for the information. There was only three people in the room. Omar, Kanishk's personal guard frowned at the informer.
"Why aren't you talking already? You are wasting Sirdar's precious time" Omar said through gritted teeth. The informer immediately nodded.
"Please accept my apology Sirdar I was muddled for a moment" the informer replied.
Kanishk waved his hand, "just spill everything"
"Sirdar, those tigers were captured by them. They were killed on the spot. It said that the Samrat was injured by the tiger in fight but it was minor injury"
Kanishk smirked, "it's just some wild tigers. That man has hard bone and wouldn't die so easily. But it also good, I would want to rest more" the more he flashed smile, the more he looked dangerous. His shoulder length hair made him look Vikings in the deep sea.
Omar gestured the informer to leave. The informer bowed and left the room leaving only two of them behind.
"Sirdar what should be done now? The plan failed" Omar asked.
"What's there to rush?" Kanishk replied. "How could I let that thick boned man die so soon. He is destined to die in my hands. There's no need to take any action at this moment. The test prior was enough for time being" he paused for a while. "what about that woman?"
"The latter was sent but there's no reply for now" Omar hurried to reply.
Kanishk leaned back on his seat narrowing his eyes, "didn't she become his wife already?"
"Yes, she got captured but no one knows how she ended up like that" Omar frowned.
Suddenly laughter roared in the room. The dark laughter was not meant to joke yet it would make others shiver.
"He is smart, how could he let such an interesting piece go?"
"Sirdar shall we send people to kill her?"
Kanishk looked up, "I used to think you are quite smart Omar, how come you have become so stupid? Do you think an ordinary woman would be able to invade the security of Gangghor's royal palace?" He got up and stood tall, "but she did, it was surprising. She is not someone our man can kill. Humph, her assistants could kill the entire army let alone herself.She trained then all. Do you consider her as normal assassin? Invading his territory yet staying alive till now proves how capable she is. Next time don't speak like you have garbage in your brain"
"It's my fault Sirdar" Omar quickly replied. "But what if she reveals all the secrets?"
"Since she is not in our hands it's not on us to decide. Let her do whatever she likes. Besides it's even better, I could meet him sooner than the expected date. Isn't it better?" Kanishk replied. He never expected that Nandini would be able to get inside the palace. But she did. She is different from other assassins he ever met. Besides she has many capable people around her. It's not a good choice to touch her. Besides he couldn't find any weakness in her which is the biggest problem. Yet now that she is with him the situation is quite difficult. If she really takes his side then the fight will be tougher. He have to find some solution for the situation.
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The Barbaric Proposition {Royal Engagement Series 1}
Historical FictionThe Samrat of GANGGHOR has already reached his early age of thirty yet the position of his Samragyi was still empty. Even though the ministers of the royal court persuaded to claim the throne of Samragyi by sending their precious daughters in the Sh...