Devika swept into the great hall, scanning the crowded room for her father. The annual spring festival brought nobles from across the kingdom to vie for her hand. She graciously acknowledged those who bowed in greeting, while deftly avoiding lingering gazes.
At last she spotted Rajkumar Aadhir speaking with a group of elders. As she approached, he glanced up and smiled warmly. "Daughter, come. We were just speaking of you."
Devika greeted the men respectfully before drawing her father aside. "I must speak with you. Just now, a bold young lord accosted me in the gardens." She quickly relayed the story of her encounter with Akash.
Aadhir's face clouded with concern. "This upstart thinks he can simply force his attentions upon you?" He shook his head. "I will put an end to this immediately."
"No, wait." Devika caught his arm. "Perhaps we should at least grant him an audience. His persistence reveals a determination that could prove useful." Seeing her father's skepticism, she pressed on. "Allow me to assess his character and motives before dismissing him outright."
After a moment, Aadhir nodded reluctantly. "Very well. But I will have words with this scoundrel about proper courtship etiquette." His protective instincts were clear.
Devika smiled gratefully, squeezing his hand. "Thank you. With your guidance, I know we will find the right alliance."
As they rejoined the festivities, Devika felt a spark of anticipation. Navigating this maze of suitors would require all her wit and discretion. But she would rise to the challenge, for her family's honor and her own future happiness.
Devika bit into her lips, as a lump formed in her throat.
A Rajkumari could never afford the luxury of tears.
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The Maharaja And I : Inspired by Bridgerton
Historical FictionA story as captivating as any inspired by the scandalous affairs of Bridgerton. The Rajmata faces a challenge: securing a Maharani for the enigmatic Maharaja Suryadev. Bazaars' and temples' gossips of Vijayanagara Empire buzz with speculation. The h...
