A warrior's heart

Part - 5

The revelation of the maid's suspicious death weighed heavily on Hardik's mind, but he knew he couldn't let it show. The festival preparations continued, with everyone else oblivious to the looming danger.

Rahul remained his cheerful self, sharing tales of Prince Virat at every opportunity.

"He's quite the strategist, you know," Rahul said, his eyes alight with admiration as they discussed the festival's dragon show. "Father is counting on him to form strong alliances for our kingdom."

Hardik nodded, his heart feeling heavier with each word. "I'm sure he'll be a great addition to the festivities," he managed to say, pushing aside his own feelings.

"Yes," Rahul said, his smile reaching his eyes. "And I can't wait for you to meet him."

The genuine warmth in his voice made it clear that Rahul had no idea of the turmoil within Hardik. It was a stark reminder of the gulf that lay between them - a gulf of class, duty, and now, of unrequited love.

But despite his personal turmoil, Hardik was more determined than ever to ensure the festival's success and Prince Virat's safety. He worked tirelessly alongside the dragon trainers, ensuring that every detail was accounted for.

During one of their brief breaks, Rahul approached him, his gaze searching. "You've been quieter than usual," he said, his voice filled with concern. "Is everything okay?"
Hardik forced a smile. "Just a lot on my mind with the festival approaching," he replied, his heart aching at the lie.

Rahul studied him for a moment before nodding. "If you ever need to talk," he offered, his voice gentle. "I'm here."

The kindness in his eyes was almost too much to bear. "Thank you, Your Highness," Hardik said, his voice thick with unshed emotion.

The days grew shorter, the nights colder, and the anticipation for the festival grew. Each day brought new challenges, but Hardik faced them all with a steely resolve, pushing aside his fears and his feelings for Rahul.

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The day before the Virat's arrival, the castle was abuzz with excitement. The final preparations were underway, and the air was filled with the smells of roasting meats and baking bread.

Rahul and Hardik walked the grounds, checking on the dragon enclosures and the security measures. "Everything seems to be in order," Rahul said, his voice filled with satisfaction.

"Yes, Your Highness," Hardik agreed, his eyes lingering on the horizon.

"Virat will love it here," Rahul said, his excitement palpable. "The dragons, the games, the feasts... it's going to be magnificent."
Hardik nodded, unable to keep the sadness from his eyes. The thought of Rahul sharing these moments with another prince was a knife to his heart.

Rahul paused, his gaze searching Hardik's face. "You don't seem too thrilled," he said, his tone gentle.

"It's just... a lot to take in," Hardik said, his voice strained. "The festival and the dragon show..."

Rahul stepped closer, his hand reaching out to grip Hardik's shoulder. "You're doing a great job," he said, his eyes earnest. "I couldn't ask for a better partner."

The touch was electric, and Hardik felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes. He took a step back, trying to compose himself. "Thank you, Your Highness," he murmured.

But before he could turn away, Rahul stopped him, his hand lingering on his arm. "Hardik, what's wrong?"

Hardik swallowed hard, trying to push down the emotions threatening to spill over. "Nothing," he said, his voice thick. "I just need some fresh air."