Fuck you...Your Majesty!

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In the dark of the night the royal soldiers of Antharv Kingdom, marched to the queen's palace to capture the queen and kill the rest of the residents of the said place by the order of their King Atharva.

Unaware of the marching trouble the queen, also known as the High King Salil, lay in his bed thinking of ways to break the good news to his husband, the King. He hoped that this would heal the broken bridge between them. Little did he know that the conspirators had already burned the remains of the bridge he wanted to heal.

The chief of the soldiers expected to find an army of maids and soldiers in the High king's palace but was surprised to find that the palace had just two soldiers, who sidestepped to let them in as soon as they saw him marching towards the palace, to protect the gates and Madhur, the High king's maid from his homeland, at his service.

Bound by his majesty's order, he slit the throat of the sleeping attendant and marched further towards the High King's chambers.

Salil jerked awake when the doors to his chamber slammed open and the troop of royal soldiers marched in. He quickly fixed his sleeping robes and called for his attendant, Madhur but got no reply. He was about to call for the said attendant again when the chief of the troop cut in,

"He's dead Prince Salil. And we are ordered to capture you alive by the king." To say the prince was shocked would be an understatement. He was devastated. The only one who truly cared about him was dead. His attendant, his brother, Madhur was dead. The clinking of chains snapped him out of his thoughts.

The soldiers had brought forward the handcuffs. So his husband was finally getting rid of him.

"Can I know the crime I have committed?" Salil asked the chief in a barely audible voice. But what can one say, devastation and sadness do that to you.

"I'm afraid not. We were told to treat you like a tyrant." said the chief as he motioned the soldiers to handcuff the prince. That was when Salil understood that he was no longer the queen he used to be. The position was never his, it was always just flashy words to address him but now he was lower than a criminal, a tyrant. The king not only wanted to get rid of him but also insult him.

Silent tears escaped his eyes when he saw Madhur lying in a pool of his blood, eyes closed and a sweet smile on his face. He was killed in his sleep. At least he didn't experience any pain.

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With a harsh shove, Salil was pushed into the dungeon cell causing him to fall on his side. The pain he felt now was unbearable. He couldn't help the shrieks and tears that escaped him but the guards scoffed at him and turned their faces away from him as the mere sight of him disgusted them to no end.

It was after half an hour when the door to his cell was opened and Prince Mohak, the brother of concubine Mayuri walked in. He smiled a sinister smile that made Salil shiver in disgust and fear. He curled into himself, but that didn't help him when the first kick came right into the spot where he was injured earlier. He screamed in pain and tried to move away from his abuser to save the little life growing in him but all in vain. The onslaught of kicks didn't stop. He cried and begged but no one heard it.

When the abuse ended, the prince spat at the bloodied and bruised unconscious body and left. The guards huffed at the bloodied scene thinking of how much cleaning they will need to do but no one paid attention to the blood that seeped from between the legs of the unconscious prince, staining his white sleeping robes.

A few hours later when Salil woke up, he let out a heart-wrenching scream. The blood that stained his clothes made his fear come true. He sobbed like a child, hoping, praying that all this was a nightmare. Soon Madhur will wake him up and console him. But none of that happened. He had truly lost his child.