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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H E R
If there was a list of all the sins she was t...
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Sanyukta was sitting on the bed, a dagger in her hand, as she waited for her husband.
It was their first night together.
Dim beams of gold emerging from the diyas contrasted the silver of the full moon, casting shadows of the silk curtains that swept in and out of the windows beacause of the wind. The room was decorated with flowers, the rose petals scattered all across the lush marble floor like shells on the seashore.
Sanyukta loved flowers, all kinds. But she was slightly partial towards Roses. Red roses, to be more precise. The crimson of the roses reminded her of her home, and the thorns, they were her truth. Her marriage. This kingdom.
"There's just something very alluring about a beauty that is also lethal. " A velvety voice surprised Sanyukta as her spine straightened, her posture stilling. Her veil hid her face along with the dagger, but Sanyukta discreetly tucked it under her pillow, not testing her luck.
He is here. Her thoughts alerted her.
"Like a fire, tempting your hands to touch it even if it burns them. " The Yuvaraj's voice was vicous, deep like his words but with a gritt of malice.
She hadn't heard his footsteps at the door, she didn't even feel his presence until he spoke. Sanyukta felt fear crawl onto her back as she realized this. Something is definitely wrong here. I should have heard him coming.
" Are you talking about the roses, Your Highness? " Sanyukta's voice carried none of her fear.
The footsteps stopped and she felt her bed dip at the edges. The Yuvaraj sat on the bed, right in front of her. Wafts of Cedar and Pine greeted her, the scent conflicting the floral fragrance. Somehow, the room became more earthly, like the scent of the soil before a storm.
"Why Princess, do you deem yourself more beautiful than them? " he mused, his voice laced with a challenge. Fury covered her senses at his blatant question.
" Shouldn't I? Someone told me my beauty could shadow the moon. These roses, they're mere flowers afterall. " Sanyukta repeated his words from before, using them as a sheild against his question.
A light chuckle resonated through the room and Sanyukta felt her fury slowly fade away.
"I take it you hate being praised infront of an audience. " his voice was light, like a crisp leaf that floated in the wind.
"I hate liars. " Sanyukta gritted out.
"And I hate not looking at the person I'm talking to. "
Sanyukta hated the veil too, she felt like it weighed her head down, the burden of her lies and deception too heavy for her moral neck.
The silk sheets ruffled as the Yuvaraj neared his wife, sitting opposite her as he lifted her veil with gentle hands.
Brown eyes met the black ones as if the earth was glaring at the nightsky.
