" There was celebration going on previous day, maybe she was occupied by that. " replied Marcus in bit obvious tone.
Augustus knew that Marcus had once confessed his liking towards Aquila but that didn't stop him from the truth. Removing his hands from his head, he clenched his jaws, " she is appointed to look after my wife, not to lose herself in celebration and how busy was she that she didn't even come to peek a glance at her? "
" Yes you're right, she should have been there. " agreeing to Augustus's point, Marcus spoke contrary to his thoughts.
Nodding at his brother, Augustus looked over back at Ritha and his heart vibrated with string of placidity.
Draped in a blue gown, she looked eye soothing. She wasn't wearing any of her ornaments but still, her beautiful smile compensated it. Puffy arms of her gown was actually making her look like her age. He had combed her hair and tied it in mesAurelius's heartbeat was rippling high through every second. It was his responsibility to keep the map safe but he failed and now his loyalty was being questioned . His shaking finger tips curved to pick up the parched yellowish paper with black lines but nothing seem suspicious to him. His mouth was dry but nonetheless he gulped down hoping that few drops of saliva could water his throat. His unsung question was heard by Augustus and he said, " While cartographer was making this false map, few drops of the ink fell on side corner leaving behind a stain but map which we have over here has no such stain which means that someone has replaced it. "" False map?" exclaimed Aurelius. Apart from this word, nothing registered in his mind. Everything was muddled and puzzled over here. What did Augustus meant by false map?" I never gave you my original map of the secret tunnel. " These ordinary words of Augustu
The aroma of wine was mixed with seriousness while the gentlemen kept discussing about the tactics for hours. Afterall, it was about Rome and everything needed to be taken care of without missing out on any point. After sipping his expensive wine, King Atticus asked, " Now that we know that war is about to start in full force, when should we take our army out? "" You see, father, this war is a bit different. Every army's sole purpose is to conquer Rome with ease. Our strong enemies like Naples, Latina and Sicily are located in South side. If estimated, then Naples and Sicily would fight against each other. The best out of them would step closer to Rome. Therefore, we don't need to worry about them. Now talking about Latina, which is closest to Rome, has most of the advantages. "( though it's a modern map, I used it to give a clear cut picture to
Clearing his throat at such an uninvited question, Marcus looked at Rithambara to weigh the seriousness of the matter and to his dismay, her eyes were seized on his face. Since it was afternoon now, sun rays were diverted from their original position. In order to seek the warmth in such an uncomfortable situation, Marcus moved his chair towards sunlight and once again cleared his throat. The only fragile sound dominating the room was Justus's soft snores. Though the question was void of any philosophy or difficulty, Marcus still didn't have any particular answers of it.Since he couldn't come up with a fitting reply, he did the smartest thing he could and instead of answering her question, he threw a question back, " What makes you ask this? " Through Marcus's tensed body posture and a counter question, Rithambara was certain that this particular question had
' Your mother isn't dead Marcus. "Marcus never knew that a sentence, a mere sentence could make one's heart drop in stomach with a thud. His head was spinning like a merry go round and he held on the arm of the wooden chair for steadiness. He could feel coldness dominating his veins and the heaviness he felt while uttering next word, ' huh ' was inexplicable. Instead of replying to his 'huh' she immersed her concentrated orbs in his. The pause which followed was oh so dramatic! Marcus's heartbeats were dropping down by each and every passing second ." I mean she's always with you in your journey as a blessing whether you become the king OR not. She'll support you whatever you do." Marcus was expecting worse to come, therefore, it took few minutes to understand what Ritha actually meant."Huh...umm.. Yes, yes, true, your highness. " his mind was too numb to ac
I so wanted to post the trailer of IQRC over here but couldn't because wattpad isn't allowing me. So, you can follow me on instagram -JumbledSymphony and watch it. I hope the ones who have watched it, liked my first attempt. 😊😊Evening was blur for her with medicus giving zillions of herbs and advices. Now, she was resting alone on the bed with Justus sleeping in another cot.Unable to sleep, her tumid blackberry eyes were gazing out ahead, acutely. Steady breaths were inflating and deflating her bossom like rhyming poem while she laid there in half sitting position.The morning was long gone tourer, afternoon was like subsided sea wave, orangish glow of evening had ebbed away leaving behind eerie or maybe serene night. With the help of a maid, she had changed to a hand embroidered pale gown whose frilly net rested few inches above her hil
It seemed as if sand slipped from one domain to another with greater acceleration since past two days. The atmosphere around was playing a sad symphony and information of war worked as perfect melancholy voice of a singer. Sadness in the eyes of family members of soldiers was added instrumental music.Finally, the day of departure was here in sunny, crisp dried form but still, everyone felt humidity in their spine bone. Standing outside the fence surrounding Place of Florence, loved ones of soldiers had bid their farewell and many of them were trying to muffle their gut wrenching sob. Few were struggling to put a brave smile but sorrow's humidity was making it as difficult as if squaring the circle. Doughty soldiers, cavaliers who were standing with a deadpan face were putting a brave show to strengthen their families but whom were they kidding? The feeling of not being able to watch their faces was being hefty but no matter
The hubbub pacified like grains of sand do before creating havoc in water, making quietness resurface but was it comforting ? Sadly, no! Plush sombreness covered city of Florence after witnessing ephemeral chaos. Wailings subsided as family of soldiers had already left the palace but Rithambara and Justus were still standing on protruding porch.Little boy had taken this news to heart and it was an endeavour consoling him. She kept whispering incoherent words to timid down Justus's cry. His painful sobs were agonizing. Since she was injured, she couldn't sit down and patch him to her chest which she desperatly wanted therefore, she kept flaring her hands through his hair. A dissapointed sigh escaped through her lips seeing her boy crying with such intensity but it was incurable and her heart was vibrating due to same pain's chord.On the other hand, Justus's heart was plunging with pain at his father's departure while his face was smothere
In a reflex, Aquila covered her wrist with alternative palm and stood unblinking. Her heart was thumping and she was sure that even Ritha could hear the rhythm. She started chewing her bottom lip in anxiety seasoned with anticipation while beads of perspiration adored her forehead like pearls. She wanted her demeanor to be composed but times like these, where one is questioned, opposes calmness. " No need to hide it Aquila, I know about your wounds. Remember, I was just metres away when intruder pierced your wrist? Poor lady tried to mess up with my defender and I pray to Almighty that she gets hefty punishment. " ( incident happened in Chapter 21 ) Aquila's body seethed with anger at her carelessness. From camouflaging as Aquila, struggling to maintain relationship with Luca, juggling between two identities, listening to Stephano's and Master's crude words, she did it all but o
(Special chapter on Ritha's pregnancy) Heavily pregnant Rithambara was having a tough time managing all her emotions. The random jolts of how Justus would react would fetch an extreme amount of anxiety to her. Augustus had tried to calm her many a times, still, she couldn't come up with the courage to let her son know about pregnancy.The little heartbeat in her stomach was beautifully rhyming with her happiness chord, yet fear was also an addled factor. She looked at her son, sleeping soundly, next to her. Augustus was ecstatic when he found that he was about to have another child and so was Ritha. When happiness settled down, a challenge galloped them. A challenge of breaking down this news to their four year old son, Justus. Her husband had his arms wrapped around Justus's little form and he like their boy, he too was sleeping while slee
His lips curved upwards after looking at those cushy aqua blue eyes. Certainly, painter had used an occult shade of blue to paint those enchanting eyes because he could feel himself going in an unending trance.He titillated his hands over the portrait of young lady's waist brunettes locks. Her fair, smooth pink skin was invoking sordid thoughts within his mind and he could just imagine, what it would feel like to touch her in real. Even before he could fathom his words, he ended up speaking it out loud, " what a beautiful portrait of this beauty! "Adger, ruler of Britannia ( Britain), could see that shining fascination in his son's eyes and to say the least, it was dangerous.He warned him, " this portrait doesn't even justify half her beauty but it's futile to even think of her. She's daughter of most powerful Rex, Augustus. "' Not even half her beauty? 'That certainly caught
Rithambara's heart squeezed in pain seeing her little boy curled up emptied stomach on the bed. His midnight, curly hair was falling on forehead while his lips were a bit pouted. Tear stained cheeks were telling the saga of his cries and she could feel her own eyes watering. Every royal member had had the dinner and it was only her and Abhi who couldn't gulp down even a single morsel. One in anger and other in pain.Keeping the dinner plate on the table, she went on Abhi's bed and caressed his cheeks. She flared her soft hands through his hair and kisses his eyes which were closed. How innocent he looked in sleep! No matter what, at the end, he was her youngest and apple of her eyes. Though she loved Justus and Eirene equally, Abhi had inherited her features and he reminded her so much of her Indian backgrounds. Though he never wore Dhoti or Indian attires apart from festivals , she knew he was the most handsome Indian Prince.Two years back when she had go
' Filthy daughter of traitors.'Such harsh words stabbed her porcelainheart and her eyes welled up with fat tears but, she refrained them from falling down. Closing eyelids, she tried to pacify the flaring anger shooting through her body. She adored Abhi but his snobbish nature always agitated her. She was about to snarl a harsh comment but, a sudden, sharp cry compelled her to look at the youngest Prince. A smirk appeared on her lips when she found Queen Rithambara twisting Abhi's ear.Meanwhile Rithambara was highly infuriated with her son's behavior. Few minutes back, she was worried as he hadn't returned back to palace for afternoon meal but, after hearing such painful words from Abhi's mouth made her heart bleed. She felt as if it was a stab on her ethics and morals. She had no knowledge of source which had encrypted such hurtful words in his mind. She had never used words like 'filth' yet, her n
Laying in arms of her husband, with unorganized thoughts, raw emotions was the best feeling ever for her. She was enjoying warmth radiating from Augustus's chest and a dazzling smile from him contributed to the peaceful ambience. Occasions like this were very rare where she forgot her responsibilities to savour something so special. On most of the days, more like nights, he was out on trade or pacifying kingdom's matters but tonight, it was a leisure feast for both under dim light cascading from chandelier hung on the roof of their luxurious room.Soaked rose and Jasmine petals were fragmenting the room and accompanied the aroma of love. Ah! That heavenly feeling of Augustus running hands through her hair like playing with violin cord was all she ever wanted. She came out of reverie when Augustus suddenly flipped her on the cozy bed and covered her with his body. Soon, she was a slithering mess under his pleasant tortures. She intervened her hands with him
Tiny footsteps were hurrying through the corridors without any care of the yellings behind him. He was huffing and puffing but definitely not willing to lose. His wavy mid night black hair were bouncing, at times, covering his little face.He was fighting tooth and nail but the compact metal sword in his hand was making his forehead break into sweats. The sharp shine of the sword had attracted him in the very first glance but his mother never allowed him to touch it and even had hidden it. Sister Eirene, brother Justus, everyone had their small, slightly curved, metallic and shining sword but he had none. The very thought used to make him frown. Neither his cries nor his pleas of holding had worked on Rithambara but after all, he found it. He giggled loudly when his little brain pictured the morning incident. His mother thought that he was asleep in cot when she hid that shining, fascinating thing under the thick mattres
Aqua blue eyes shone with mirth at her father's intelligent move of removing opponent's queen in chess. Light breeze was sweeping her brunette hair in irregular pattern. A hearty, victorious giggle filled in the surrounding space and soft, yet, delighted voice chirped in, " Father! We will win. " Augustus removed his eyes from chess and looked at his replica and laughed along with her. His heart swelled with happiness looking at his daughter, Eirene whose smile was charming enough to make morning birds sing. This six summers old young lady owned every inch of his heart.Just like her name, her persona radiated peace. He spoke with same enthusiasm as his daughter's, " Yes, Eirene. Seems so. " Princess Eirene giggled and clapped her hands which was interrupted by her mother's voice, " Daughter, we shouldn't celebrate early. Seems like your father's king is out, summoning our win. "
Thanks to everyone who kept patience by reading and voting chapter by chapter. ❤Augustus was numb.' Maybe he's speaking the truth. Maybe he should die. 'Negative thoughts fogged his rational thinking while a tear spilled out of his eyes. It was Cassius who was handcuffed but it felt as if it was his soul and mind which was grappled with guilt.Aurelius had his jaws clenched and he knew very well that what that old man was trying to do. He was manipulating Augutsus. Therefore, he shook his shoulder with force and for the first time, addressed him with his name, " Augutstus! Remember, a calm sea doesn't make a skilled sailor. Life is throwing adversities because you're strong enough to handle it. Don't think about this dog! You've to look after Justus and Highness Rithambara. You can't just die. "Augustus revived a bit of his sense hearing to Aurelius's words. H
I thought it'll be the last chapter but Bruh! It's longer than I thought ! Here's the chapter! Next one will be soon if I get votes. When King Cassius arrived in Frosinone after defeating Naples, he was pleasantly shocked. It was army of Florence, his dear son in law. He smirked thinking about poor Augustus as soldiers were laying dead smudged in red liquid.' Did any one of the small neighborhouring state killed half of his army? 'Crown of Rome started shimmering in his mind. He was thrilled by it and his army men paraded further with relaxed attitude but oh man! How wrong they were! ( P. S. - chapter 63 Madder root strategy) In the middle of everything, Sicilians didn't understand what actually happened but as they were crossing the sea of dead bodies, they started falling down. A deep, deadly cut was made on the