SwaRon: The Fairy-Tale Affair

3. Start Of Something New

The way it all started

She had forcefully dragged herself to the court-room just to hear what Rochelle and Martin had to announce. Though she wasn't very keen to know any of it, but she at least was suppose to have the courtesy to report, whenever such a meeting was been called upon. It was mandatory for all, even the royals and such a royal princess!

As soon as she entered the court-room, she found Rochelle dictating some kind of an invitation to one of the writers present. All that Sharon could hear was -

...We would be honored with your presence in the common gathering ceremony. We expect your presence.

Regards,

King Martin.

Sharon patiently waited for her to finish and brief her about the meeting. The Royal Ethics! She glanced once at Martin, who sat at his huge throne dictating orders to a few of his men. Heaving a sigh she waited, though how much ever did she hate it, she had to there was no one who could have accompanied her, not even her maidens were there for her.

I so wish you were here, she said in an inaudible tone- which went unheard by her own ears but her heart knew what she felt. She was carving for him with every passing second.

"Sharon," She was brought out of the trance by Rochelle's voice and she tried concentrating on what Rochelle was saying rather than thinking about him, "There's this common gathering festival going to be held." She paused for a moment before breaking the news, "And there will be some prince visiting us, across the globe and I want you to choose the best for yourself, among them." Sharon had her eyes widened though it had no effect on Rochelle, if Sharon was a stubborn princess; she was mother to this stubborn princess, a stubborn queen. "That's the final decision. I don't want any ifs or buts" Rochelle declared leaving the court-room with Martin and a heap of servants following them for the instructions.

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Leaving all the odd thoughts Sharon moved to the fountain area, it was this place where she could have a peace of mind and hearty feeling, a feeling of being close to him, a pleasure to think about him. She sat on the marble slab of the wide corners of the fountain pool and gently touched the water, feeling it. As though it gave her a piece of him. Swayam! Was all she could say, her life was all dependent on him, she breathed his name, she smelt him, felt him, and if there could have been any more possibility she would have kept no stone unturned to fulfil it a well.

She had been determined to have a hearty revenge from the MUD-BLOOD, of course, after all no one dared to even misbehave with the Royal princess that she was, and here he had messed up with her all. There was no way she would let him go that easily, but she needed to know in what all ways she could teach him a lesson.

The next morning he had gone to the nearby lake along with his deary, sword. As soon as, Sharon got to know about it the devilish brain of the princess started working and she too proceeded towards the lake. The moment Swayam saw her, his eyes had been burning, she just had two piece of clothes wrapped covering all her curves at the right place and exposing her slim waist shamelessly, though it gave a deadly view to the viewer, which at the point was him. She definitely had cruel plans running in her mind. He had his blood boiling, not because he was charged but for the simple reason that the girl had the guts to roam around in barely nothing on her whereas people would cover themselves to protect from those lusty eyes of men that hungrily ponder on to a girls' fragile frame even if fully covered.

By the time he was busy flaring his nostrils and eyeing her with burning red eyes, she had minimized the distance to such an extent that it was difficult for one to realize that there were two bodies instead of one.