Short Stories

CH 5 -Promise

Prudhvi's Pov

I cannot believe her!

I thought she would be all depressed and crying after our conversation and she didn't even come out of her room for days. But here she is . Slyly sliding in , from god knows where .

Rana warned me , though playfully, that his sister is the most cunning when it comes to being sneaky .You would not know what she will do if you upset her. Where would she escape to . He also said she is stubborn. She would shut herself until she feels better or surprise you with the most bizarre thing

" Your majesty" she curtsies.

" Where were you ?" I ask , not caring for any formalities

" Wh... I...just ..wanted to roam the palace  ." She says

" Roam the palace?" I echo
" Yes. For some excercise." She says nervously letting out a chuckle.

I circle around her , not believing a word she says.

I look at her then, eyeing her up and down.

She is wearing the woolen robe indicating she went to a cold place which cannot be inside the warm palace with candles and fire lit in every room present .

The hem of her dress is dirty with mud meaning she visited the garden

And she smells like jasmine that means she visited the....wait

There are no jasmine flowers planted around the palace.

It is her own natural fragrance .

Well. It sure is....titillating .

She looks nervous all of a sudden . Maybe because she figured that i did not buy her lie..

Sweat starts forming on her forehead with each minutes passed

A bead of sweat  grabs my  attention as it slides , from cheek to the portion where her neck meets her shoulder .

My feet automatically start moving and stop just near her.  My sight stuck on the bead ,the sweat making her look ethereal

It silently glides  across the collarbone through the valley present between the brests.

And my gaze remain rooted there.

" Your majesty....?" A sweet voice utters.

Does she apply the jasmine scented oils all over her

My nostrils flare imagining a very  wicked scenario.

" Prudhvi..." She calls me making me look at her eyes

I bend down to her level and whisper near the corner of her mouth.

" Calling the king by his name...? Now now . Is that respectful? " I ask

She looks at me but my eyes stay near her mouth.

" I..I'm sor.." she says but I interrupt.
" For what ? Calling  by my name or going outside the palace premises without a chaperone." I sternly ask, remembering  suddenly that  I  was angry and scolded myself for getting distracted.

My voice makes her flinch and  she looks down in shame
" I .. i thought I was discrete. I never..."

" Nothing goes on my kingdom without my knowledge" I interrupt her again. Anger flooding inside me for her carelessness .

" You could have been hurt or captured . A poor defenceless  gently bred lady all alone ." I say harshly . She looks back at me with a ferocious look in her eyes . And when she replies , it is  with fury