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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
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. "
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
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
' 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
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
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
(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
Sun rays glistened on her sweat covered body making her look ethereal yet fierce at the same time. Moving sword with the speed of lightning, eyes like a hawk set on the target and face flushed not because of shyness but because of anger was none other than the princess of Chittaurgarh, Rajkumari Rithambara . She was an epitome of beauty but with a fierce attitude which made men bow down to her with respect. Fighting with three warriors at the same time was no joke. On top of it, she used her left hand because she injured her right hand last night fighting with robbers when she was patrolling alone.With the sword weighing thirty kilograms in her hand and fighting fiercely, no body could guess that she was a princess and daughter of Maharaj Vikram Singh Rajput but again she was born to break bonds and rules. With one swift motion, she threw away the sword of one of the warriors making him eliminate from the fight. Now two warriors were circling her, trying to create a co
(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