Acceptance Is Treachery

Chapter 30

Fifteen days had passed, Faizabad was losing their cavalrymen immensely. Nazia paced the floor of her tent while she thought of a plan that was strategic and favourable to Faizabad.

"Shahbanu!" A minister ran into the tent with cuts on his arms and legs.

"Our army general-Sawar Rahim has been murdered. Now there is no one to lead our army, Shahbanu." The minister panted, while he sat on a wooden stool that was placed in front of Nazia.

Nazia knew that she had to fight, she knew that she had to lead the army. She had to take part in this war not because she hated Uttarakhand. Nazia had to fight in this war because she loved Faizabad.

The war had started to demolish both Kingdoms, the cannons were notoriously breaking down the walls and barriers of Faizabad. Nazia did not wish to see her Kingdom in ruins.

For that sake, she was willing to do anything.

"I will take over the role of the army general." Nazia nodded before she left her tent.

Nazia mounted on her Arabian horse before she held the steering ring with her right hand and her Zulfikar in her left hand. Nazia knew that she had to fight for righteousness and she had to bring glory to Faizabad.

The remaining cavalrymen, made way for the new superior power to take over as their leader. Nazia's horse trotted all the way to the front of their army.

Emperor Gaurav looked at Nazia in shock. The lady who appeared before him, looked nothing like the gorgeous, kind and innocent girl who was his daughter-in-law.

The shining armour, luscious hair flying in an outrageous manner along with the knife held with pride, made Princess Nazia appear like a warrior goddess in Emperor Gaurav's eyes. Making the Emperor of Uttarakhand tremble with fear.

Nazia's eyes held anger and fury, the stench of the metallic substance fuelled Nazia even further. Making the Mughal descendant, take her form as a warrior princess.

Her sword shined in the sunlight as she and her troops charged toward the Pawar army.

Nazia began to fight against Emperor Gaurav. Both of them engaging in a heated swordfight. The metals clanked as they hit each other repeatedly. Nazia received multiple gashes, while she slashed Emperor Gaurav's hand. Blood oozed out pathetically from both of them but neither was willing to surrender.

Arnav watched the heated match between the Princess of Faizabad and the Emperor of Uttarakhand. He knew that at this rate Nazia was going to win. He wanted to prevent her from winning, but he did not know any form of warfare. Thus, he remained hidden and watched the two of them fight till death.

Emperor Gaurav yanked Nazia from her horse. In return, Nazia pulled the Emperor from his horse as well, causing the Emperor to fall as well. Nazia quickly took her sword, grasping it tightly, ready to make the final move. Before Gaurav could attack Nazia, the warrior princess made a clean sweep at the neck of the Emperor of Uttarakhand.

"Na-Nazia. Forgive m-me. I-It was Sheila's f-fault. Sh-she a-," Emperor Gaurav heaved before his chest stopped moving stopping his breath for once and for all.

Nazia took a step back not being able to accept that she had killed someone. It was for justice and righteousness no doubt. However, the thought of removing someone's soul from their body made Nazia shudder with fear.

"GLORY TO THE SHAHBANU!" The soldiers cried in happiness while they began cheering in utter happiness.

Nazia looked around her, finding a reason to rejoice in. Around her laid her fallen soldiers, the blood of many, rubbles of various walls in Faizabad, the sins of the higher authority.

However, one reason gave Nazia happiness.

She ended the war between the two kingdoms, in the upcoming days, she knew she would find righteousness and justice. For now, she had to return to her palace.

Faizabad had won, and there was so much to do, her role as the Shahbanu never ends.