Empress Dosha

Chapter 44

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A question!

No!

A word!

A word that changed the room's ambience. The eerie silence accompanied by it. The stoppage of any sort of motion. That morning was probably going to be sour.

She was right! They both knew it! His countenance didn't falter a bit despite her words. She swallowed, knowing it was going to be tough.

Dosha sighed, sitting at the edge of the chair, "I didn't mean for it to come out that way. But, what you are asking of me is impossible." He half expected that reply, she wasn't going to back out that easily. If he was putting on the tough skin, she also has the right to.

"I know what I am saying. I know why I am saying it, you should understand from my own point of view...."

"You should also understand from mine." Dosha calmly interrupted. He didn't for once stop his writing. She clenched her fists, controlling the fury in her, "Don't make this a matter for only you to solve. You know I am of help."

Rashid dipped the quill in the ink, sparing her a quick glance, then continued writing. There was no trace of emotions on his visage. As blank as ever. He was acting nonchalantly. She thought. He cleared his throat. "You are of help in this but it could also bring you danger."

"Danger?!" She huffed, "Danger! From my people? Rashid, these are my people. I know them, I know them more than anyone here, even you." He was still writing, she felt like snatching the paper from him but she knew better. That blank look on his face isn't going to falter no matter what she does. She's known him enough.

"You're right." That same reply. She aggressively bit her lip, "The more reason why I said you should leave it for me to handle."

"There is no leaving it for you to handle!" Her voice raised. He paused his writing. Well, that worked. His eyes rose to her's, warningly, still keeping the silence. She looked down, scratching her nail on her skin harshly, it began to turn white. She began wondering, "Is there something you are keeping from me?" She questioned the first thing that came to her mind. His eyes never leaved her's. The silence gave her the answer. He couldn't lie to her.

"Look," Dosha began, flicking her index between them as a gesture, "We are in this together. Whatever concerns you concerns me, that goes the same for me. I am not pressuring you to tell me anything, it is your decision to make. But what you are asking me to do is impossible, you know that. You can't expect me to vanish or be completely silent on a matter concerning me. Though you are the King but they understand me better. Let me speak to them, at least. You saying that it could bring me danger is unheard of, you should know better...."

"Dosha." Rashid called her name sternly, a warning laced in his tone, still not looking at her, he was writing. Her next words wouldn't be something he would like, it was better he cut her shut.

Dosha bit her inner cheek, fighting hard to control her creeping outburst. This matter isn't something to fuss about. She needed air, fresh air, she inhaled the tensed air, muttering, "Sorry." She quietly went out of the room. His tone was final, there wasn't anything she says or do that could change his mind. This was absurd, so one-sided. It is unfair.

She sat on a stool, facing a sketch board. Trailing her eyes on the goats gazing at the lush grasses, tempting them for a bite. In that moment, the sketching came to life, a simple move can tempt the goats to shatter their pride and have a taste of the prohibited grass they were warned about. It wasn't a so good example but it could help, it gave her the idea. She was the tempter, a simple move should solve it.