A Magical Spell ~ Ramayan | @TheLadyAesthetic

17. A Magical Spell

'Alexa play Apna Bana Le by Arijit Singh 🌕💙'

As the faint tongues of red gradually emerged from the western hills, kissing the distant horizon in grace, the third princess stirred in her sleep, awakening with the early rays of the sun, that landed delicately upon her moonlike face.

Yawning softly, the princess turned in her position, only to be met with the face she fell in love with, sleeping soundly.

A sweet smile crossed her lips involuntarily, as she adored the prince's face lovingly, her eyes narrowing slightly as she scrutinized his sharp features.

A soft giggle left her mouth, triggered by the memories from Mithila flooding her mind. Their first meet, their adorable banters, which got out of hand sometimes, ending up in the eldest couple's counseling chamber, the feelings of love that blossomed over time, a feeling alien to both of them before the knowledge of each other's existence. And then the wedding, the grandest one in history in terms of everything.

A ray of sunlight seeped tentatively through the golden latices, landing directly in the princess's face, and serving as a distraction from her sweet memory lane.

Urmila squinted at the god of light, almost glaring through the streaks of illumination, before realization struck her.

Dawn. It was finally here.

The princess lay back on her pillow, staring blankly at the intricately designed ceiling, decked with clusters of precious gems that were alien even to the gods. Even though she was sure of her Laksh's victory over the demon prince, experience had forced a certain fear upon her heart, that refused adamantly to leave.

"Good Morning, Rajkumari"

The voice, as smooth as melted gold, never failed to give rise to a butterfly invasion in her heart. Urmila couldn't help the blush that painted her cheeks, matching her shade with that of the early morning sun, as she turned to find her husband, blinking at her like a small child.

"Good Morning Rajkumar" Urmila beamed, a hint of teasing amusement lacing her sugary voice, as she arched herself upwards slightly, supporting her tilted face over her palm.

"Today is war day." Lakshman suddenly seemed to remember, as his gaze locked with the ceiling, just like his wife had done moments ago.

Urmila hummed, appearing thoughtful for a moment. "And you will rock it." She grinned again.

Lakshman smiled softly, shifting his gaze to meet the princess's again.

"And what makes you so sure?" He asked, pretending to get thoughtful.

Quite obviously his statement wasn't too pleasant for his wife, and Urmila glared for a moment. "If you don't....I will run away with your horse."

Lakshman stared at her briefly, slightly taken aback by the familiar counterclaim, before laughing out loud.

Urmila pouted at his reaction, watching in false annoyance as he got out of bed, still laughing, and walked up to the window.

The sky gradually attained a molten hue, brightening with each passing minute as the sun god pushed his way sleepily through the thin layer of morning fog.

The third princess slowly approached the interspace as well, taking position beside her husband, and marveled at the beautiful shades painting the atmosphere in a soft grace. "There's something different in the air today. Something magical.." she whispered in mesmerized astonishment, as a flurry of transparent clouds moved lazily across the purple horizon.

"A Magical Spell perhaps, a magical hour, that speaks of foretold auspiciousness. One that ensures protection from evil and injustice." Urmila breathed, her dark eyes surveying the godly beauty of nature, before turning to her prince, intertwining her slender fingers in his godlike ones.