A man with a conviction is a hard man to change.
Aditha looked at the man with a faint frown.
Confusion flickered across his face.
The Sivanadiyar observed him calmly.
Sivanadiyar: Ennai kandu thaangal kollum aiyyam niyaayamaana ondru dhaan
He said gently.
Sivanadiyar: Thangalin aduttha vaazhvai kuritthu ennai pondra oruvan koorinaal thaangal aiyyam kolla thaan seiveergal.
He paused, his eyes steady.
Sivanadiyar: Adhuve thangal manaivi... 'aiyane naam meendum pirappom' endru koorinaal, nambikkai kolveergal.
Aditha's eyes widened slightly at those words.
For a brief moment, bewilderment surfaced clearly on his face.
But in the very next second, it disappeared.
The ruler had returned.
The man who had been born into politics and power knew how to seal his emotions away.
The Sivanadiyar noticed it immediately.
A faint smile touched his lips.
Sivanadiyar: Perarasiyaar eppadi ennidamirundhu anaitthu unmaigalaiyum vaangi kondaar endru pala naatkal kuzhappatthil aazhndhu irukkiren
He said thoughtfully.
Sivanadiyar: Ippodhu dhaane vilangugiradhu... avar uravu kondirundhadhu thangalidatthil allava?
His eyes sharpened slightly.
Sivanadiyar: En vaartthaigalaiyum seyalgalaiyum nodi vegatthil kanakkittu kondirukkum perundhagaiye.
Then his tone softened again.
Sivanadiyar: Ummudaiya manaiviyin korikkaiyai niraivettra thaan naan ivvidatthil nindru kondirukkiren.
Ennidam nambikkai kolla vendiya idatthil thaangal irukkireergal.
Aditha: Thangalidam naan nambikkai kolvadha?
The Sivanadiyar chuckled quietly.
Sivanadiyar: Thangalin manaivi thangalai peridhum arindhu vaitthu irundhaar, aiyya...
He slowly reached into the fold of the cloth tied around his waist.
Sivanadiyar: Porum... umakku ondrai kaattugiren.
From within the cloth, he took out a small chain and held it forward.
Aditha's eyes immediately fell upon it.
For the first time since the conversation began, his composure faltered.
Aditha: Idhu... naan ennavalukku parisalittha puli pal sangili...
The Sivanadiyar nodded.
Sivanadiyar: Ippodhu nambikkai kolveergal dhaane... Eesane?
Aditha did not speak.
He simply nodded once.
He knew his wife.
Sarojini would never give that chain to anyone.
If she had placed it in this man's hands...
Then she wanted him to listen to him.
Aditha's gaze remained fixed on the chain for a moment before he slowly looked up.
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The First Empress
RomanceThis story is the continuation of PM&I. A clueless girl from a colonised country dies and reborns 500 years back. She wasn't reborn as any commoner but as the fourth wife of the handsome crown prince who was about to become a king and be killed by h...
