I am Prince's pampered wife

Chapter 13

At long last, the awaited day dawned. An eclectic assembly of rich and poor gathered beneath the azure sky, anticipation buzzing in the air like a swarm of fireflies, each person eager to witness the Emperor's revelation.

As the Emperor emerged, a hush fell over the crowd, a mixture of reverence and awe sweeping through. His voice resonating as he declared, "Today, I present to you a most exceptional individual!" With a flourish, he beckoned an old man from the shadows—a master renowned for his mystical abilities. The old man leaned heavily on his ornate staff, an air of arrogance surrounding him.

"This master," the Emperor continued, "is known for his extraordinary talents. Through his enchanted ball, he can reveal anything your hearts desire. However," he added, a solemn tone creeping in, "today marks the final day of his life. He wishes to be remembered for his skills."

A ripple of curiosity spread through the crowd. Whispers mingled as the onlookers pondered what marvels this master could possibly unveil.

The old man surveyed the eager faces with narrowed eyes. "I can show you anything," he proclaimed, his voice a gravelly growl, "but whether I fulfill your requests is entirely up to me."

Arrogant old fool, Pari thought, a smirk playing on her lips as she glanced toward Prince Veer, who watched with a skeptical expression.

Requests poured in from the audience,"Master, can you show the most breathtaking place on Earth?"

"No." His refusal cut through the excitement like a dagger.

"The lovely lake!" another shouted, pleading laced in their tone.

"No." The old master's dismissive tone turned enthusiastic hopes into disappointment.

Suddenly, a sweet voice broke through the murmurs.

"Master, you said you can show us everything," Pari chimed in, her tone playful and bright. "It's just a simple ball—how can we all see it?"

All eyes turned to her. The crowd, initially taken aback, was now captivated by her confidence. Beside her, Lily beamed, their outfits glowing.

What is she doing? Niya thought, disbelief etched on her face. This is no place for childish games.

Her father and Reeta exchanged exasperated glances, while her mother looked on anxiously.

Reyan observed from a distance, feeling a mix of admiration and irritation. She's growing bolder every day, he mused, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. There was something different about her today—more confident, more intrepid—and he could not deny feeling a flicker of respect.

The old master's expression darkened as he fixed his gaze on Pari. "Who are you to question me?" he barked, his arrogance challenged.

Pari maintained her stance, her eyes shining with mischief. "I'm known for being a fool," she replied, her voice light and teasing.

Laughter erupted from the crowd. Even Veer couldn't suppress a faint smile as he observed the scene.

"But," Pari continued, her tone shifting slightly, "I hope you won't become like me. That's why you should prove your abilities. Otherwise, on your last day, you will be remembered by everyone as a..."

Her words hung tantalizingly in the air, the implied challenge resonating within the gathered crowd. Nods of agreement rippled through them.

The old master stood seething, frustration washing over him. How dare she make a mockery of him! He glanced around, realizing the weight of collective expectation pressing down upon him. They're finding her amusing—why won't they see me for my true prowess?

In a desperate attempt to regain control, he snapped, "Very well! If you wish to see my skills, tell me your desire, and I shall use this ball to reveal it to everyone present!"

Pari met his challenging gaze with determination. This is my chance.