Dating The Crowned Prince

Prologue

Prologue | When the Night Birds Sings | HH. Veer Jaidev-Jayant Singh Rathore III POV

"So, what do you do?" She asked me as we walked around the outskirts of Hawa Mahal, her hands laced and tucked away in her back, while her eyes remained fixed on her while shoes.

I hesitated for a moment, I didn't see it coming. how was one supposed to introduce themselves as the future king of the city that the Hinge girl had declared in the very beginning that she didn't like it much. She said it reminded him of New Delhi, bustling with people with no sigh of relieve in sight. She had said that she hated places like these because it forced people to forget themselves while trying to keep up with the ever increasing pace of the life.

Well, I am Veer Jaidev-Jayant Singh Rathore III, the crowned price and the future king of Jaipur. When I felt her eyes linger of the side of my face, I cleared my throat and said, "I am a part time worker here, I mean I work at the palace, close to the crowned prince."

Confusion filled her face, her eyes went from left and right and then she huffed, "what do these kings and their crowned prince and princess do anyway? I mean, I don't mean it as an offence but Rajasthan seems like an alternate place when it comes to royalties, I have not seen this kind of obsession with the king and the crowned prince anywhere else but the United Kingdom."

I couldn't help but laugh when I heard her, she sounded so baffled by the idea that someone could be a prince in the time that she was living in, "well, I don't know much about him personally, but his name is HH Veer Jaidev-Jayant Singh Rathore III, they have a lot of property to manage, they have converted their castles into restaurants and hotels, they earn from those places. They have museums and-"

"Just so you know, I'm not against them, I just find it peculiar, that's about it. The first thing that comes to my mind is, if I ever get to meet a prince, would I have to bow- and say it was nice meeting you, HH Veer something, something, something," she said and stopped on the middle of the road. She gave me the packet she was holding, put both her hands on the side of the dress she was wearing, spread her dress, crossed her legs and bowed down. I pulled my glasses on the bridge of the nose, I knew we had an audience because of her theatrics- I burst out laughing. I had never seen anyone do something like that before.

"I'm sure, HH Veer Jaidev-Jayant Singh Rathore III, would be more than amused if he ever saw you do something like that."

"I was just being sarcastic, don't hop on your high horse now, I'll probably avoid the prince if I ever met him, I ain't interested in anyone like him, sorry." I quickly pulled my glasses on, hoping and praying that nobody had seen me there with her. God only knows how she would have reacted if she would get to know that she was indeed talking to the prince himself. "It's kind of hot here, plus I'm tired of walking," before I knew what was happening, she sat on the footpath, I wanted to scream at her. It was so dirty. There was a part of me which was amused by her, and another that scared me. "Oh come on, look at the view, it's the Hawa Mahal after all, see how beautiful it looks," I wanted to tell her no, I wanted her to get up so that we could sit in the car and watch it, if she liked it so much but all in vain. I cleared my throat, rolled my eyes and sat down next to her.

"We would probably never meet again, but just some day I'll earn enough that I can sit in one of these balconies and eat dinner with those fancy ass candles on the table-"

Simple people, simple dreams. "I'm sure we can make that happen you know-"

"Oh, please, those guards don't even let anyone go close to those windows, let alone see and enjoy the view from there, eating dinner there? I'm sure the king would be very offended by the idea of it-"