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 wandering through the bustling market, with the devil-eyed girl tailing her like her shadow.
She sneaked a glance at the knight, to see if her eyes were trained on Sanyukta. They weren't. They were watchful, taking in their surrounding and looking out for any possible threats. Sanyukta increased her pace, walking past the shop she wanted to enter twice before she decided it wasn't a good idea. Yet.
I need to get her to leave me alone. She thought, urging her brain to think something.
"Why exactly are we here, again?" Nivedita asked, a flicker of irritation masking her voice.
"Because I need new clothes for myself since mine were lost on my very first day here. Because of the rebels." She let her words drag, watching out for any change in her expressions at the mention of the rebels. There was none.
"How do you know about the rebels?" Cryptic. It means she knows something.
"The servants talk. " Sanyukta shrugged.
"How much do you know?" Not enough. Not as much as you.
"Just that there is a group of people that is against my marriage with the Yuvaraj." A lie. But Sanyukta had heard a little about how there was an uproar among the people of Simhavat regarding their wedding. So it wasn't entirely a lie.
"Then I should join the rebellion."
"You are too righteous for that." Sanyukta offered the knight a jesting smile as she saw annoyance flicker on her face.
"You don't know that."
"Look. That's such a striking piece of jewellery." Sanyukta pointed at a necklace in a shop nearby, walking towards it despite the lady knight's calls of denial. She held the piece in her hands, stroking the jewel with her thumb.
"You cannot run arround the market like a child."
"Here. Take a look." Sanyukta ignored Nivedita's protests, hurling the peice of jewellery in her hand.
"I don't much like jewellery." Nivedita made a face. The necklace around your neck tells a different story. But Sanyukta didn't say that out loud. She found Nivedita's gaze lingering a little longer on something just beside the necklace. A bracelet. An emerald bracelet.
It was the most exquisite stud of emerald Sanyukta had laid her eyes upon, green like the forest at dawn, held in it's place by several small diamonds that lined it. As if mother nature had dipped it in her essence, crafting it with her love.
"I don't want this necklace anymore." Sanyukta handed it over to the shopkeeper, watching the surprised expressions on her lady knight. "I want that bracelet instead."
"Excellent choice, young lady." The shopkeeper was only delighted at the purchase as he packed it up for her. She looked at Nivedita to find any sort of emotion, but there was none.
