Amrita pov:
i don't want to get married this early, i want to be a king
this is what i thought all while i was accepting marriage proposals and lists from my parents, sister and aunt
'why should men have the throne without doing anything? why am i not eligible'?-i turned around again mumbling making the blanket on my body move, i can't sleep since the day i heard the news of my marriage.
as a princess, as a daughter i have no right in the house nor on the throne- i would have accepted that if they raised me like all the other girls, i remember my childhood days.
!!flashback!!
1.7 years old amrita
"princess amrita!" a man came running and pushed me down to the ground
"ouch" i fell to the ground for a minute i did not react then i got up from the ground feeling a sharp pain in the knees and lifted my clothes to see my knees bleeding....i try to tap away the dust on my hands but they got scratched too....slowly tears welled up in my eyes.
"don't cry...you are the heir of kampilya, you shouldn't cry" the man shouted and i swallowed my tears
"you are not a man, you are just a girl-and girls are weak, i know but you have to become stronger, you have to become a man..."i blinked my eyes, looking up at him.
"why teacher?" i asked my eyes focusing only on him, this man is my teacher-he was appointed by my aunt from her kingdom
"why? you are the heir of kampilya kingdom, you have to be stronger, you have to fight a war-you don't have time to cry, you missed my attack-if this happened in the war you would be dead-your father is always watching us...he wants you to be self sufficient-why won't he appoint me to the prince? what will a princess do in the future anyway, why are you the heir instead of prince?...aaiyooo now i am even watched by a body guard because of you" he shouted and ranted as i moved my sword.
"sorry teacher" i hung my head
"practice again, the little prince is better than you!" he said and i swung the dagger again-i have learned dagger and archery under this teacher till i turned 12.....at 12 years my teacher changed because Aarunya's teacher pitied me, looking at my barely present skills and taught me along side her.
2.5 years old amrita
"didi pleawse lets go and play" avni asked cutely blinking her big watery eyes and i nodded smilingly
"mother i want to play" i looked back and said to my mother
"no, amrita....you have to listen to the history lesson, you can go after this" she said
"but......" it is already late, sun is going down i cannot play after this i wanted to complete my sentence but my mothers voice stopped me.
"be responsible amrita, your father and i have high hopes on you, our kingdom people have positive hopes on you, don't let us down-you know how hard it was for us to birth you right? everyone is raising their hands at your father for making you the heir" she never stopped nagging after that.
'oh, my little prince....my little prince will become a king in the future' ....my aunty was singing a lullaby to my brother on the side as she swung him in the cradle
"look, at least be of help to your father for raising you-so many people want the position you are in" my mother said looking at aunty then turning back toward me with anger.
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SURVIVOR: written in blood
Фэнтези"haah", I woke up with a start, looked around and touched my throat, I can breathe- I was executed at the age of 26, my head was chopped i was breathless, how did i survive ? as i looked around i saw my Sakhi (maid) woke up and started crying and...
