H E R
If there was a list of all the sins she was too afraid to commit, his name would probably be at the top.
She loved him like she loved the stars, fiercely but from distance.
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H I M
The one he'd die for, wanted to kill him the same,
But death would be a guest he'd welcome, if she promised to sit by his grave.
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T H E M
He was the flame and she was the darkness he attempted to kill as he burnt.
Like a moth waiting to be burned, his darkness spoke to hers' in a haunted lulaby.
Like a theif he stole her greif and all that was left in her was anger.
S y n o p s i s
Two enemy kingdoms, united by a marital bond,
Two royal children, betrothed before they were born,
The boy, the girl, and the war at stake,
You pay the price in lives, it doesn't matter how many you take,
The boy, the prince, the mind games with a twist,
The girl or a princess, the sweet tongue with wit.
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C O P Y R I G H T S
This story is mine and mine alone.
The idea and inspiration for this story came a long time back when I was watching a historical TV show based on an Indian king.
This story has been running through my mind for a year now, but I was simply too afraid that I could not execute the idea to it's full potential, but I've put on the armour of courage and am now armed with the ambition to write it, and write it well.
Any resemblance to the setting or characters might simply be a coincidence, afterall, our thoughts are but a jumbled up piece of the fragments of people's opinions and ideals.
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Important Note:
This is an Indian historical fiction, so there will be mention of words, traditions, places and names of the same.
This story does not follow a specific timeline and all the characters and places in this story are a fragment of my imagination.
The pictures and videos used belong to their rightful owners and are not mine.
The poems, on the other hand, are totaly crafted by this little author of yours ;)
Show support by commenting and do not hesitate to suggest me your veiws on the story. Also, feel free to correct me If I make any mistakes.
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The Veil Of Vermilion
Historical FictionH I M The one he'd die for, wanted to kill him the same, But death would be a guest he'd welcome, if she promised to sit by his grave. ................................................ H E R If there was a list of all the sins she was t...
