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XVIII Daughter Of A Tyrant
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The Rule XIX The Triumphant King
As night descended, the palace was enveloped in a deep silence. The guards, stationed at their posts, stood vigilant in their duty at night. To pass the time, they exchanged hushed whispers, sharing quiet jokes to keep each other company. On the other hand, the kingdom was alive with anticipation, the air thick with the promise of change. The reign of Agnil had come to an end, and Samarth, the newly about-to appointed king, now held the reins of power. The advisors and servants, exhausted from their preparations, slept soundly, dreaming of the momentous occasion that would soon unfold. But Samarth found no rest. His mind was filled with thoughts of the future, his heart stirred by a restless energy. He rose from his bed, his silk night clothes rustling softly as he moved. The stone floor felt chilly beneath his feet as he walked through the darkened hallway, the only sound the soft echo of his footsteps. The guards, sensing his approach, stood to attention, their eyes fixed on the
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As the flickering torches cast a warm glow across the chamber, Sagar, a loyal attendant, approached the throne with a reverent bow. "My lord, I bring tidings of the anticipated arrival. King William of the realm of Everia has sent word that he comes in peace, bearing a desire to pay his respects to your majesty tomorrow."Samarth's eyes, those meadow green beauties, shone with approval as he nodded graciously. "You may withdraw, Sagar. Your diligence is appreciated." With a quiet bow of reverence, the attendant departed, leaving Samarth to his contemplations.As the night's velvety darkness gathered outside, Samarth sat in solitude, his thoughts consumed by the weight of responsibility that rested upon his shoulders now. The kingdom of Tziyonia, now under his stewardship, was abuzz with activity. Messages of felicitations had poured in from neighboring kingdoms, their monarchs eager to congratulate Samarth on his ascension to the throne.Many had been taken aback by the overflow of
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Samarth's smile grew, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity. "Don't try to defy me, my dear," he whispered, his voice dripping with sensual menace. "It will only make me go hard and harder on you for the rest of our night. And I doubt you'll enjoy the consequences."As he finished speaking, he gently reached out and tucked a stray strand of Inayat's silky hair behind her ear. His fingertips grazed her smooth skin, sending a shiver down her spine. "It would be wise for you to comply willingly, Inayat," he whispered, his voice low and persuasive.Inayat's eyes flashed with defiance as she met his gaze. "Or else?" she murmured, her tone barely above a whisper, as if sharing a distasteful secret.Samarth's lips curled into a subtle smile. "Ah-huh, I will make you, as I've said earlier." He leaned in closer, his breath caressing her skin, and Inayat's heart skipped a beat.As he kissed her cheek, Inayat's eyelids fluttered closed, and she felt a rush of fear mixed with trepidation. Sam
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Inayat strolled through the palace courtyard, under the warm sunlight of late afternoon. The sweet fragrance of blooming lotuses wafted through the air which was heightened by the coolness of the water pool and wet soil, and fresh green leaves, but her mind remained consumed by the memories of the previous night. Samarth's touch lingered in her thoughts, and with each recollection, a shiver coursed through her body, taunting her with the realization that her body, once reserved for Izhar, was now being claimed by his elder brother.The gentle rustle of the palm trees in the courtyard made a silent and soothing whisper in the slowly passing summer sir, but she couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of her stomach. Months had passed since she began to emerge from the anguish of Izhar's death, but only she knew the countless hours she spent crying and reminiscing about their laughter, their moments of love, and the memories they shared. Each day, she liv
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"This book of the law shall not depart out of thy mouth; but thou shalt meditate therein day and night..." the royal tutor's voice recited the sacred words, his voice graciously yielded to the dignified presence that had entered the room. Samarth's deliberate footsteps, echoing off the heels of his shoes, signaled his arrival, commanding the attention of all present. The maidservants surrounding Aabroo and her tutor bowed their heads in reverence, their eyes cast downward in respect, as Samarth approached. With majestic composure, Samarth completed the scripture, his voice blending seamlessly with the tutor's, "...that thou mayest observe to do according to all that is written therein: for then thou shalt make thy way prosperous, and then thou shalt have good success." Aabroo's countenance illuminated with a radiant smile as she rose from her seat, her slender arms enveloping her brother's legs – due to her height – in a tender, affectionate embrace. "I am utterly delighted t
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A week had passed since Queen Calantha's letter arrived, claiming the river Eldrida as her own. Samarth had offered peace and was now waiting for a response, which might take some time. He hoped for a peaceful answer, as war was not something he desired. According to his wisdom, peace was always the better choice. However, if provoked, he would not hesitate to defend his people.As he practiced swordsmanship in the courtyard, the sound of clashing steel echoed through the air. The leaves of the nearby trees rustled softly in the breeze. Samarth focused on his training, his movements precise and controlled. The sky was darkening, with clouds gathering on the horizon. The air carried the scent of impending rain, a smell Samarth enjoyed. He decided to practice outside, savoring the fresh air and the sound of nature. The sound of clashing steel and the rustling leaves created a soothing background noise. Samarth's thoughts were focused on the task at hand, yet he was also mindful of
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The preparations for war had commenced in full, and at long last, Samarth's soul found its quietude. The weight that had pressed upon his chest now lifted, for he was ready. It was the eve of his departure — his final night within the shelter of the palace walls before he would ride forth to battle, certain in his heart that he would return, crowned not just in victory, but in glory. Night unfurled its velvet cloak across the kingdom, and silence draped itself over the corridors like a sacred hymn. Within the chamber lit by amber glow and the faint scent of sandalwood, Samarth waited. There was one presence he sought before the morrow came to steal him away—Inayat. With a quiet yet firm command, he had summoned a maiden and bid her bring Inayat to him.Moments passed like measured heartbeats, and then—a delicate knock, barely more than a whisper against wood. His gaze lifted with purpose, sharpened with longing, as the door eased open and Inayat stepped into the chamber, closing the
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He dipped his head, brushing his lips along the curve of her chest, his kisses scattered like whispers. The warmth of his mouth against her skin clouded her thoughts, and she hated that she let herself feel anything at all. Still, her body betrayed her—the tension in her limbs loosening, her mind beginning to blur beneath the weight of his touch.Between kisses, his voice came, low and threaded with something heavier.“I must leave soon,” he murmured, his lips trailing slowly across her skin. “War stirs on the horizon.”He lingered just beneath her collarbone, as though he could press the truth into her bones with his mouth alone.“The river Eldrida… it’s no longer just water—it’s blood waiting to be spilled. Tziyonia and Everia now stand at the edge of war.”A soft cry escaped her as his mouth continued its devotion. Her fingers twisted into the silk sheets beneath her, the tension tightening through her thighs.“I—I know,” she managed, voice trembling, eyes shut tight as her breath
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The Rule XLVII That Ancient Tyrant
The morning sun stretched its long golden fingers across the palace grounds, brushing over stone and silk, glinting off armor and glass. Yet within the shaded corridors, the air remained cool, heavy with a quiet that spoke of unspoken tensions.Inayat moved swiftly, her white robes swaying as she carried a scroll against her chest, heading toward the council wing for matters that could not wait. Her steps echoed softly along the marble floor.But before she could turn the corner, a familiar presence filled the space ahead — a shadow tall and commanding. Samarth stood there, his arms crossed, his dark eyes heavy with something far colder than mere disapproval.Their eyes locked.A pause, stretched thin as a drawn bowstring, hummed between them.“Inayat,” Samarth said, his voice low, almost too calm. “A word.”There was no request in his tone — only command.Inayat halted, lifting her chin, her heart already tightening at the storm she sensed rising.Samarth stepped forward, closing the
The Rule XLVI Aching Burden
The afternoon sunlight was gentle, spreading across the stone terrace. A warm breeze stirred the sheer curtains that hung from the arches. On a low marble platform, shaded by the curving vines of a flowering tree, Inayat and Aabroo sat together, their iktaras resting lightly against their knees.The melody rose, simple and sweet, as Aabroo plucked the strings carefully, her small fingers finding their place with growing confidence. A smile flickered across Inayat’s face as she guided her, letting her own fingers dance more freely across her instrument, filling the air with a melody that wove itself between the columns and drifted into the blue sky.For a time, they said nothing, letting the music speak what words could not.Then, almost shyly, Aabroo’s voice broke into the stillness, low and uncertain, as if she feared her own thoughts.“He seems... very occupied these days,” she said, keeping her eyes on the iktara, her fingers still moving over the strings. “My brother.”Inayat’s fi
The Rule XLV The Lost Anklet
The night had laid its heavy cloak upon the palace, and the moon floated like a solemn sentinel in the velvet sky, its pale light spilling across the marble corridors. Samarth walked alone, his robe whispering against the polished floor, his hand trailing lightly over the cool stone of the columns as he passed beneath them. Above, the stars shimmered like ancient witnesses to the turmoil brooding in his heart.He gazed heavenward, his steps slow and measured, the weight of kingship pressing heavily upon his shoulders.“What is this plague that stirs in the heart of my kingdom, O God?” he spoke into the silence, his voice low, yet thrumming with restrained anguish. “One night was enough to throw order into chaos. I sense the serpent has entered with a lifted brow, sure of its strike. I am not blind, nor am I unaware of its design — to bleed this kingdom, to strike me down. And yet... who is it?”He paused beneath a great arch, the moonlight pouring around him like a silver river.“Cou
The Rule XLIV The Planted Seed
The night was a tapestry of stars, scattered across the velvety sky like shimmering pearls on black silk. The wind whispered through the palace courtyard, carrying with it the cool breath of the desert that melted against the warmth of the stone walls.Inayat sat beneath the open sky, her shawl wrapped snugly around her shoulders, her gaze fixed on the stars. She had become familiar with their constancy, their quiet brilliance in the vast, uncertain night. There was a peace in the heavens that escaped her own world, one filled with turmoil, choices, and a future uncertain. The stars, though, they always remained — timeless, patient, and steady.It was during this moment of serene contemplation that she heard the soft creak of the door, followed by the sound of slow, deliberate footsteps. She didn’t need to turn her head to know it was him.Samarth’s presence was as familiar to her as her own breath, and yet, tonight, there was a stillness about him that unsettled her. He approached h
The Rule XLIII The Serpent Hides Well
The morning sun rose pale and weary over the kingdom, as if even the heavens sensed the unrest brewing within the palace walls. The great court of King Samarth was summoned early, its gilded doors thrown open to a gathering of trusted men — advisors, royal architects, the taskmaster, scribes, war strategists, shipwrights, and lords of the high council.A heavy, expectant silence weighed over them all.Samarth entered, clad in a dark, rich robe, a gold sash crossing his broad chest. His presence silenced every whisper instantly, for it was not merely the title of King that commanded such awe — it was the storm burning in his eyes, the gravity of his being.He seated himself on the high throne, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword.“Speak,” he commanded, his voice deep, steady, filling the hall.One of the elder advisors, his hands trembling slightly with age, stepped forward.“My lord… troubling news. The fleet dispatched for Velendor… has been lost to the ocean.”A murmu
The Rule XLII Lead Me Home
The night was heavy with silence, save for the distant howl of desert winds against the stone of the palace. Moonlight pooled like silver on the marble floors, casting soft, rippling reflections against the walls.Inayat sat by the low burning lamp, her slender fingers threading idly through the fabric of her shawl. Two nights had passed since that storm of fury between her and Samarth, yet the sting of his anger still burned somewhere inside her, tender and raw.And then — footsteps. Slow, deliberate, certain.Her heart seized without permission. She didn’t have to look up to know it was him. The scent of sandalwood and earth that clung to him drifted toward her, a herald of his arrival.Samarth entered, dressed not in the royal armor or heavy robes she was accustomed to seeing him in, but in a simple white kurta and a dhoti, the fabric clinging lightly to the hard lines of his body.He looked utterly, ruinously beautiful — masculine strength carved into mortal form, yet dangerous, l
The Rule XLI Pride
The evening breeze fluttered the silken drapes of Inayat’s chamber. A faint scent of rosewater lingered in the air, mingling with the mellow gold of the setting sun. She sat by the low marble table, her fingers tracing idle circles on the rim of a silver goblet, waiting.She had arranged the evening carefully—tea steeped with cardamom and cloves, figs and almonds laid out, a lamp lit with jasmine oil, and herself clad in soft ivory silk. A quiet moment. A little peace with him.But the sky had darkened, the tea cooled, and Samarth had not come.When the door finally opened, it wasn’t the quiet creak of a man entering with apology. It was the confident thud of boots and the rustle of a heavy cloak — the sound of a king who did not know he was late.“Inayat,” he said casually, his voice low and assured. “I had to meet with the merchants from Althar — they are proposing to lend two ships toward—”“The tea is cold,” she said, not looking at him.Samarth paused. He studied her — the way sh
The Rule XL Let It Learn The Name Of Samarth
The courtyard was embraced by the warmth of late morning. The scent of roses floated through the open corridors, stirred by a passing breeze. Aabroo’s laughter echoed faintly from the other side of the palace gardens, while somewhere in the inner quarters, the distant sound of a tanpura hummed low and steady like a prayer.Ridhima walked slowly, the end of her dupatta dragging gently across the marble tiles as she passed the arched entry to Inayat’s chambers. She had meant to bring a fresh bundle of rose petals for the footed brass bowl placed near the bed. But as she neared the door, she paused.There was a quiet voice—no, two. And one of them did not belong to Inayat.“…you mustn’t forget what you came for. Your softness will undo you.”Ridhima’s brows drew together faintly. The voice was barely more than a breath, cloaked in tension. A woman’s voice—but not Inayat’s. The tone held a sharpness, the kind that glides like a blade.Ridhima moved no closer. Her ears sharpened like the
