𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧

69⚚ All creation

Author POV:

One month later>>>

The Rajvanshi lands once again flourished—with golden crops swaying in the breeze, rivers flowing with newfound abundance, and every corner of the kingdom breathing life as if the very soil had healed.

Their new king, Agastya Rajvanshi, had become the heart of this rebirth. Tirelessly, he worked—day and night—not just to reclaim the glory once lost, but to cleanse the bloodstains left behind by his father's greed.

Once called cursed lands, the Rajvanshi kingdom had borne the burden of betrayal—the unforgivable breaking of its bond with the Kshatriya dynasty. But now, as though fate had granted them a second chance, the skies above the kingdom cleared.

The winds changed. The curse, whispered for generations, seemed to lift with each act of kindness, justice, and progress that Agastya carried out.

And amidst all the change, one name echoed in every prayer, in every thankful sigh of the citizens: Amaira.

To the people of Rajvanshi, she is no longer just the princess of a their kingdom. She is their angel. Their light. The calm that had softened her king's fury. The queen who walked among them with humility, strength, and a smile that promised hope.

So... what was their beloved angel up to today?

Inside the grand Rajvanshi main palace, the answer came like thunder.

"VIRAJ FUCKING KSHATHRIYA!"

The air cracked like thunder, and just in time, the man in question ducked to the side as a heavy flower vase missed his head by a few inches, crashing dramatically into the wall behind him.

He slowly stood up, brushing off imaginary dust with a sheepish grin as his eyes met his baby's.

There she was — Amaira — his queen, glowing in the morning light, standing with one hand on her pronounced six-month belly and the other clenched tightly at her side.

Her glare was enough to send shivers down the bravest warrior's spine. But not Viraj.

Because to Viraj, she wasn't scary. She was breathtaking.

Even in her absolute fury, in that oversized t-shirt that barely managed to hide the heat of her anger, she looked divine.

Her lips were pouting adorably, her brows arched and furrowed in that fierce way that made his heart stutter. And her protective palm over their baby? That was the most powerful sight of all.

Behind her stood the silent witnesses to this everyday royal drama... Ash, Gaurav, Rithvik, Daksh, and Agastya. All five men stared at Viraj with sympathy... not because they feared what Amaira would do to him, but because they knew Viraj had willingly walked into this storm.

And he wouldn't leave even if he could.

Viraj's inner monologue was a chaotic mess of; She's so cute when she's mad. Look at her cheeks puffed up. God, I love her so much. Am I crazy for wanting to kiss her right now?

His heart whispered, Probably. Still worth it.

He motioned his arms forward like a human shield, tilting his head slightly to the side with a sheepish grin, offering her his most disarming smile, the one that usually got him out of everything.

"Baby, I—"

"Don't fucking 'baby' me, Raj!" Amaira's voice cut through the air like a blade. Her chest heaved as rage and concern battled in her eyes.