𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧

48⚚ Babyy?

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"Husband?" Agastya's voice boomed across the open hall, shaking the very walls with its intensity. His expression was a storm of disbelief and fury, his fists clenching at his sides as he took a step forward.

"It is against the sacred laws of the Rajvanshi kingdom for the Crown Princess to marry a commoner—let alone her bodyguard!"

His words were filled with frustration, a desperate attempt to bring sense into a situation spiraling beyond his control.

The court erupted into murmurs, voices rising and falling in disbelief.

"A bodyguard?!" one noble gasped.

"She's tainting the royal bloodline!" whispered another.

The ministers exchanged uneasy glances, their expressions torn between their loyalty to the throne and their shock at the princess's open defiance.

Some nodded in agreement with Agastya, while others seemed hesitant, eyes flickering toward Amaira and Viraj with unreadable emotions.

But Amaira? She merely scoffed.

Without a hint of hesitation, she removed her crown, the symbol of her birthright, her legacy, her entire existence. The heavy golden piece, encrusted with priceless jewels, slipped from her fingers and landed on the marble floor with a dull thud.

The hall fell into utter silence. Gasps filled the air as the crowd stared, wide-eyed, at the sight before them.

A princess giving up her crown? A minister nearly choked, another gripping the edge of his chair as if reality had suddenly become too much to bear.

Then, with her back straight and voice clear, she spoke the words that shook the kingdom to its core.

"Then I am resigning my post as Crown Princess and cutting all my ties with the royal family."

A stunned hush followed. The brothers, who had been quietly scanning the room for any threats, whipped their heads toward Amaira in pure shock.

Even the most unshakable among them had not expected this.

"Princess—" Ash's voice caught in his throat, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

Rithvik's jaw tensed, eyes flickering with disbelief, while Gaurav, stood frozen, his mind scrambling to make sense of it all.

But among all of them, there was one person who wasn't surprised.

Viraj.

He stood motionless, his posture unreadable, his expression betraying nothing. But inside, His heart warmed. Not in pride, not in triumph, but in something deeper, something more profound.

He know.

He know the moment Agastya uttered those words.

Amaira would never let anything—not rules, not laws, not an entire kingdom—dictate who she could love.

She was fire, untamed and relentless. She was the very embodiment of defiance and devotion. And she had just burned the weight of her birthright to the ground—for him.

A part of him ached. He had wanted to give her the world, to ensure she never had to make a choice this cruel. Yet, here she stood, offering up everything she had ever known without a single moment of hesitation.

And Viraj—who had spent his entire life knowing love was nothing but a weakness—now felt its strength in its purest, rawest form.