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XXIV Solemn Decree
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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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Samarth’s brow arched—a single, elegant lift that did little to mask the sting her words left behind. Somewhere deep within, they carved through him like a blade, but he cloaked the wound behind an unshaken mask.He moved with silent command, fingers weaving into her hair—not cruelly, but with an unrelenting grip. He tugged, tilting her head back to expose her throat, that vulnerable stretch of skin already marked by his lips and teeth. Her gasp slipped free, hands instinctively rising to brace against his shoulders, but he offered her no comfort. His gaze wandered over the canvas of her body—his mark upon her, glowing like a badge of claim.“This tongue of yours, Inayat…” he murmured, voice low and dangerous, eyes piercing into hers. She didn’t flinch. She looked back, just as fierce, her jaw locked in unspoken challenge.She didn’t know—couldn’t have known—his hand had found its way between her thighs, fingers brushing against the molten slickness that betrayed her rage.“It must b
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The battle was at their doorstep, and all preparations had been made. At dawn, the army stood ready—soldiers in rows, commanders beside their steeds, and at the front of them all, stood King Samarth, cloaked in resolve, prepared to march toward the fate awaiting them on the battlefield. Within the palace, the air was thick with prayers. The maidens and servants had fasted, their lips whispering supplications from the depths of their hearts. Each prayer floated like incense, rising to the heavens, pleading for the safety of their king and the brave men who followed him. For all who dwelt in the palace knew too well the heavy cost of war. While final tasks were being hurriedly completed and armor polished to mirror the sun, King Samarth stood in quiet conversation with his chief advisor, Yuvraj. Their words were few, but weighty—measured like gold on a merchant's scale. It was then that Inayat stepped into the palace courtyard, her presence soft but striking like the hush before rain.
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The sun had just begun to lower, and the golden hour cast its soft glow upon the terrace where jasmine vines danced lazily in the breeze. The palace was quieter now, hushed by Samarth’s absence and the heavy breath of war. Yet amidst the silence, a delicate sound stirred—a gentle pluck of iktara strings, hesitant, tender.Inayat sat cross-legged, the small instrument resting lightly against her knee. Beside her, Aabroo leaned forward, watching with eager eyes and a mind bent on learning.“You must befriend the string,” Inayat said softly, her fingers guiding the girl’s hand with patience. “Don’t strike it. Just... coax it to sing.”Aabroo smiled. “I never thought music would be so proud.”“It is,” Inayat replied with a quiet smile, her veil falling loosely over her shoulder. “It will not bend to noise. Only grace.”Aabroo tried again, her fingers trembling. The note came, fragile but pure. She beamed, looking up at Inayat for approval.“Well done,” Inayat said, nodding gently. “You’re
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The kiss melted into quiet stillness, as if the very water around them had hushed to witness it. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, meeting his—those storm-dark eyes that had conquered cities and crushed empires, now softened in their gaze upon her.For a moment, the air between them held no command, no obedience. Only breath and closeness. Only the subtle ache of something blooming where it shouldn't.Samarth leaned back slightly, studying her face as though it were the most sacred scripture he had ever read. His thumb lingered along the edge of her jaw, tracing it lightly, and when he finally spoke, his voice had dropped to a murmur—a velvet caress upon her ears.“You awaken something in me I did not know was asleep,” he said. “And now that it stirs, I find myself unable to silence it.”Her throat tightened. She didn't know how to respond to words like that—not from him, not when they sounded like confessions wrapped in poetry. So, she looked away, her gaze falling to the water where
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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
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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
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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
