Burning Red Of Wrath - ✨🪭

29 ✨🪭 The game of power was in full swing!

29 ✨🪭 The game of power was in full swing!

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Palace of Virata

Queen Madhavi's face twisted into a mask of fury, her clenched fist crashing down into the delicate foliage of the garden. The once meticulously tended plants, symbols of serene beauty, were now a chaotic jumble of broken stems and scattered petals. The onlookers, the planters who had so lovingly cared for the garden, stood by in silent trepidation. They knew better than to intervene; she was the queen, and her wrath was a force to be feared.

"That King Vyasa, the uncle of yours, is clearly useless," Ragini, the king's widowed sister, sneered, her voice dripping with venom. "It seems the victory of Nanda, led by Ivaan, has frightened him. He has backed out from our plan."

Madhavi's fury flared even hotter at the mention of cowardice. Her eyes, cold and calculating, narrowed as she processed Rangini's words. Without warning, she turned and, in the way, accidently thrust her hand into the thorns of a rosebush, her face went blank as she saw the blood trickled down her fingers. Ragini watched, a twisted sense of amusement and fear dancing in her eyes. Why does Madhavi never cry out loud, even in pain? she wondered, the queen's masochistic defiance both fascinating and terrifying.

As the blood dripped onto the soil, Madhavi's gaze sharpened, a sinister determination settling over her features. She would not be thwarted by cowardice, not from her allies, and certainly not from her enemies.

Turning to a servant, Ragini called her voice cold and commanding, she ordered, "Call the medic."

The servant, trembling, bowed and scurried away to fetch the healer. The air was thick with tension, the once serene garden now a battleground of shattered dreams and unspoken fears.

In the stillness that followed, Rangini's gaze never left Madhavi. She had always admired the queen's unyielding spirit, but now she wondered if it bordered on madness. The stakes were higher than ever, and the future of their kingdom hung in the balance. Could they trust Madhavi's ruthless ambition to lead them to victory?

As the medic arrived and began tending to Madhavi's wounds, the queen's mind was already plotting her next move. Plans needed to be revised, alliances forged through fear and manipulation, and strategies recalibrated. She would not allow a momentary setback to deter her. The victory of Nanda and the cowardice of Vyasa would be but a footnote in the dark legacy she intended to carve out.

The night deepened, and the garden, now a scene of destruction, stood as a silent witness to the queen's malevolent resolve. Tomorrow would bring new challenges, but Queen Madhavi was ready. She had faced worse and had always emerged victorious. This would be no different.

She motioned to another servant, a cunning glint in her eye. "Prepare a message," she instructed, her voice low and dangerous. "We need to remind our allies and enemies alike of the consequences of betrayal."

As the servant hurried to obey, Madhavi's lips curled into a predatory smile. She relished the power she held, the fear she instilled. There would be no mercy, no compassion. Only the relentless pursuit of her ambitions.

"Queen Madhavi's anger isn't going to get us anywhere. We need to find a plan B, if you have any" Ragini said, her voice thick with sarcasm as she watched Madhavi burn King Vyasa's letter, leaving no trace behind.