Heyo chingudeul! Here's another experiment from my side as I found the need to add royalty to the CID fanfiction page. ;P
It's gonna be a short historic fic which is already penned down.
Characters: Trio, Tarika, Muskaan, Rajat and OCs.
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Chapter 1: The Kings' Arrival.
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The lady stood staring herself in the huge mirror of her dressing room. She looked gorgeous in her newly knit dress. Her silky hairs flowed down from her shoulders, struggling to catch a little glance of her beauty. For over an hour, she was again and again setting the pretty flower band on her head consciously overthinking about her looks.
"The king's crossed the bridge, your highness!" A maid came to inform the Royal Princess about Kings arrival.
"Eva, do I look good?" She asked while turning from the mirror to Eva.
"You look stunning ma'am! Everyone shall be dreaming to get a glimpse of you today!" Eva's eyes glowed up on having a glance of her.
"And.. what about him?" She turned back to the mirror and started setting her dress for upteenth time.
"Your highness, I think he'll marry you the very next second he catches your-"
"Eva! Is my daughter ready?"
A middle aged lady, The beautiful Queen of Satam kingdom entered with a curious and worried look on her face. Her crown shone bright accompanying her beautiful gown with her long perfect hairs tied in a pretty royal style. Eva bows down to greet her and than leaves the two beauties alone.
"Yes mother, I'm ready!" Muskan turned to face her mother who gave her a wide smile.
"You look beautiful my Princess!" The Queen walked towards her and lovingly pecked her forehead.
"You too Mother!" Muskan smiled as her cheeks caught a crimson shade.
"The King's arriving, shall we?" Her mother gave a patt on her head and asked softly.
"Hmm." She gave a slight nod while her eyes stared the floor in shyness.
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The whole Satam kingdom, even the towering high palace, seemed to kneel down today, with one hand on their chest and head downed with the overflowing respect for the guests in their hearts.
The King's arrived!
There were hundreds of knights on their respective horses, clopping on the new stony ground with the Kings on the best and most powerful ones. Halting in front of the kneeling kingdom, both the Kings climbed down their horses and headed towards King Satam.
"Please sir!"
The king of all the 5 kingdoms, the most powerful of all, Lord Abhijeet, knelt down in front of his old mentor and requested him to stand up.
"Please sir, it's a shame for us!" The second king, Abhijeet's brother, Daya knelt a step behind his big brother.
King Satam pulled his neck up and smiled seeing his both trained kings right in front of him. "You deserve all my respect, my lords!" He spoke feeling very proud of both the Kings.
"No sir." Abhijeet spoke and both of them stood up. "We deserve your love!" Lord Satam felt so proud that he hugged him close to his heart.
Abhijeet! Inspite of being the King of all the Kings, was known to be very polite and respectful. Lord Satam, this middle aged man, was the only relation he had before he took the oath and became the king.
His father and mother were killed by their enemy when he was just a 5 year old kid. From then, he saw Lord Satam as his father. Being the most trusted of all his father's men, Satam ruled the kingdom until he trained Abhijeet and gave away the kingdom in the right hands.
After so many years of this happening, Abhijeet still respects the man who made him worth the Throne. He was so obliged and touched to see his mentor after years, that his eyes moistened a bit.
They seperated the hug with, "Welcome to the Kingdom Abhijeet!"
"Thank you sir!" He bowed slightly with the beautiful smile never leaving his handsome face.
Just then the beautiful horse carriage entered with the Queen climbing down from into it. The pretty curls that bounced out from her bun simply added to her beauty. The skillfully knitted dress that she wore with the jewels accompanying the royalty of her being the Queen, were like a dream to most of the normal country women. She was an idol, an inspiration for many women out there.
Queen Tarika came forward and stood beside her husband. He gave her a small smile and then the royal couple started meeting the royal Satam family.
Abhijeet and Tarika greeted everyone with a hug or a handshake while the shy king, Lord Daya, stood behind as what felt, a bodyguard.
Daya, a man with pride, respect, and an undying love for his big brother, was rather an introvert. Being separated from his parents in infancy, he had always seen his brother as his everything! A father, a mother, a brother, as he felt his whole world was Abhijeet! He was ready to take all the pain and wounds, even to die for his brother's sake. He felt as if he owed his whole life to Abhijeet and he felt happy doing everything to keep him safe and return the never-ending favor.
Meeting the King, the Queen, the Prince, now they were in front of the Princess. Abhijeet smiled at her affectionately and Tarika almost hugged her.
Muskaan was a little baffled with her sudden move but she soon reciprocated with the same warmth. Breaking the sisterly hug, she wandered her eyes around, expecting maybe a small eye contact from him but as always, he never failed to disappoint her. She found him standing a little far, preparing for the ritual.
"Let's proceed with the ritual, your highness!" A priest who held a Medival flame torch and an ancient script book, grabbed everyone's attention.
"Yeah sure sure!" Abhijeet stepped towards the flame and was about to forward his hand when Daya stood in front of him and stopped him from doing so.
"I got this!" Daya forwarded his right hand. Abhijeet tried to revolt but he knew his brother wasn't someone to resist against, especially in this case! So he sighed and pulled his hand back silently while Tarika chuckled lightly watching the repeated silent argument.
"Now you may offer, your highness!" The priest chanted some spell and then forwarded a knife to him.
Daya took the knife in his left hand and carelessly made a cut on his right palm. A sharp breath was sunk in by the elder one as he saw blood flowing down Daya's fingers and dripping in the fire.
After making the offering, Daya kept his wounded hand on the flame and made the oath, "I hereby offer my blood as a collateral to the safety of this kingdom from us. We promise no harm and I respectfully ask for our welcome! By any chance if ever found guilty, I'd be no rebel to the inevitable decision the King shall make!"
He spoke the last lines bowing at King Satam, who came forward to proceed with the ritual. He took an ancient scripted role from the priest and forwarded it to Daya as a written accord.
Daya marked his blood-drenched thumb as a agreeing proof to the saying. Taking the accord back, Lord Satam rubbed his thumb on the rim of the fire torch and smudged his charcoal thumb print right besides Daya's, thus completing the formalities and rituals.
A/N:- Stay tuned to read further.
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