𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧

11⚚ Never again

Vencie POV:

Viraj heard Rithvik's voice echo through the quiet library, "Viraj, I think I found something. Look!"

Viraj immediately ran to him, grabbing the documents from his hand. His eyes widened as he read through the contents.

"So, Kshatriyas was a kingdom before some war broke down?" Viraj's voice was barely audible, shaking with the weight of the words.

Rithvik sighed and patted Viraj's back, his expression filled with empathy and sympathy. The two of them were in the kingdom's grand library, where one could find any books or documents detailing every kingdom's history.

Unfortunately, there was a separate section strictly reserved for the king, accessible only with his fingerprint.

Since they couldn't access it, Viraj and Rithvik were scouring the unrestricted sections, hoping to find some clues.

"So, my parents were a king and queen, and I was the prince?" Viraj's voice cracked as the realization hit him like a ton of bricks.

"That's why that uncle used to call me 'Prince' all the time." His hands trembled, and his breathing quickened.

Rithvik sighed again, rubbing Viraj's back in an attempt to comfort him.

"Why did the war break out suddenly, Bhai?" Viraj asked, his voice low and deadly.

Rithvik answered, "The North Kingdom people were the ones who waged a war against them. In that war, everyone lost their lives."

Viraj's frustration reached its peak. "Something is not fitting, Bhai! This entire kingdom is looking so fishy to me! Literally, nothing is making sense!" he shouted, grabbing at his hair in frustration.

Rithvik quickly pulled him into a tight hug, trying to calm him down. "We will search around and find more clues, yeah? Just breathe, Viraj."

After a few minutes, Viraj steadied himself. He began searching again, his movements tense but deliberate. Just then, his eyes caught sight of a document on the highest shelf.

He reached for it and froze as he scanned the contents. His hands shook as he whispered, "Bhai... the queen... she..."

Rithvik ran over to see what had caught Viraj's attention. Taking the document, his own eyes widened as he read it. The alliance between the Rajvanshis and Kshatriyas was laid out in detail.

He gasped as his gaze landed on the queen's name. "Oh god... Amaira's mother is related to the Kshatriyas?"

"This is so messed up," Rithvik muttered, his voice heavy with disbelief.

Viraj's hands trembled as he clutched the document tightly, his vision blurring from the storm of emotions coursing through him.

His breathing grew ragged, the weight of the revelations crashing down on him. Kshatriyas... my family... royalty... The words spun in his mind like a relentless cyclone.

The image of a forgotten past that had haunted him as fragments now stood before him, clearer yet more bewildering than ever.

Why did this happen? Why did the North wage war on us? he thought bitterly.

His jaw clenched, the sound of his teeth grinding barely muffled as his hands fisted. And the queen—Amaira's mother... how is she tied to this? A mix of rage, sorrow, and confusion consumed him.

Did she know? Did the queen have something to do with this massacre? His heart twisted painfully.

He wanted to scream, to break something, to understand why fate had chosen to weave their lives together in such a cruel tapestry.