𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧

Epilogue 01

3 years later

The sun blazed golden over the vast training grounds of Kshatriya, and the entire arena trembled with thunderous claps, whistles, and cheers. 

Every shadow, soldier, knight, and elite warrior of the kingdom had gathered, along with thousands of citizens crowding at the stands, excitement sparkling in their eyes. The ground itself seemed to vibrate with joy, energy rippling through the air like wildfire.

On the elevated side near the main palace sat the four pillars of the kingdom:
— Gaurav, Head Commander of the Army, arms folded proudly, a small smirk tugging his lips.
— Ashank, Defense Minister, swirling his drink with a chuckle every time the crowd roared.
— Rithvik, Diplomatic Minister, calm as always but unable to hide the shine of pride in his eyes.
— Daksh, Minister of Foreign Affairs, leaning forward, elbows on knees, completely engrossed.

Behind them stood Bhageera, Head of Shadows, shoulders broad, expression unreadable but eyes sharp. He scanned the entire arena like a predator, ever alert, ever protective. 

Yet... every few seconds, his gaze flicked downward to the center of the battlefield, and his eyes softened. Because no matter how vigilant he was, he would never miss the sight unfolding below.

A sight that had the entire kingdom losing their minds.

Because in the middle of the massive arena, beneath the blinding sun, stood the King himself...

Viraj Ranawath Kshatriya, the Unconquered, the Shadow of Death, the Living Ravan... fighting against his two little princes.

Luv and Kush, now fifteen, were nearly as tall as Amaira's shoulders, their bodies lean, trained, and glowing with the fire of their lineage. And today, they were giving their father one hell of a fight.

The princes of Kshatriya, the kingdom's pride, the people's beloved twins... Luv and Kush, were now fifteen.

Taller, sharper, stronger.
Their gazes fierce, their stances steady, their swords no longer toys, but extensions of their will.

They had completed years of brutal training under Bhageera, whose methods were feared even by grown shadows, and under Gaurav, whose army drills could break the strongest warrior.
And today... was the day.

Trial Day.
The day they would stand in open ground and challenge the invincible legend himself.

Their father.
Their king.

The arena roared as the three stepped into the ring, Viraj calm and terrifying, the twins brimming with determination and adrenaline.

Viraj didn't even draw his full black blade for them.
Just a standard training sword.
And still... every soldier watching gulped.

Because even with a wooden stick, this man could end armies.

Kush launched forward first, quick, sharp, coming from the back with a lethal angle he learned from Bhageera. The crowd gasped.

But Viraj...
He only smirked.

His body bent like water, effortlessly sliding out of the attack as if Kush's movements were painted in slow motion.

Before anyone could blink, Luv attacked from the side, his strike strong, precise, exactly how Gaurav taught in elite formation drills.

Viraj simply stepped aside.

Two attacks.
Perfectly timed.
Perfectly coordinated.

And Viraj dodged both with the elegance of a man taking a stroll.