Seducing the princess

The clattering sounds of swords were resonating. The roar-chattering sounds could be received from an afar piece. Ashoka cannot verse the affection from this place. The grasp he earned on the sword, from his childhood, makes him the master of the skill. But he cannot compare to the savor of the site - he is watching now. A matron is swinging the sword like a proficient. His eyes were glued on her. He forgot the urgency to meet his holiness. By looking at her, one can catch on that she is an aristocrat. Inspecting her beautiful features, long fine neck, slender waist, and gorgeous eyes. Her face was concealed with a thin layer of cloth, only showing the brown eyes. The projected view was not enough for him. He wanted more. More of her. Now. Throwing the values he learned to behave in a large gathering, he jumped from the floor to the sand ground to get her familiar with that he wants to give a hand in her training. The lady recognizes the presence and accepts the offer by showing the sword right in front of his neck. He jumped, dodging the attack, and takes the sword which has to wait for his touch. Both the warriors start their contest without a word. He swings the sword in his left hand while not leaving the eye contact. The replica illustrated by the counterpart. He smiled inwardly, mesmerized by the techniques of his ally. It was like the lady is challenging him in a language that only two of them know. The selected spot becomes vacant as soon as the Prince commanded. He wants a fit match with a good competitor but somehow a new understanding of possessiveness was building inside him which he was unaware of. Soon they dash at each other with strong lifts. The Prince was on the defending side. He noticed that the dame didn't give him a single chance to attack her. She was attacking with her full strength and was having the intuition of his next attack. The Prince has seen the tactics she was using and at last; he brings her sword in the left direction, and with a swing, he leads her back to his chest. This was a surprise attack. She was not expecting this. She thought he would attack the right side while her left side was controlled by him so that her posture can become unstable. But she got wrong. She was breathing fast, and it becomes heavy also, when she noticed that Prince's hand has on her waist, that was not covered. The attire for practicing she wears was only to cover the privates and provide body support. She never felt the clothing less, yet now the case is different. Prince's hand moves towards the navel. Before she could gather her thoughts, she noticed that his hold on her was tight. He was playing with her; he believes she was no match for him; this thought made her furious. She elbowed him in the stomach and jerks herself in the forward direction. The prince lets go of her, not before taking out the mask from her face. He swears he heard a heartbeat of his heart. He never knows it exists. Duties abide prince; A servant of his nation; A child of his parents; A brother of his younger's. And also a figure of authority to power holders. It was not like he not knew the power of his beauty which hold the string of inexperienced maidens' hearts. But why not this one? Nothing new in fact that Prince has not seen. The beauty of beauties has never attracted his attention. Even the beauty present before his eyes was not that his eyes cannot take. But what it took is his soul; he never feels this kind of attraction or attachment towards anybody. He was sure it was the mind playing games on him. But the maiden's actions did not go unnoticed by him. She knew the opposite partner of hers is the Prince of Chiva. Who does not know him? Not a single child is in the kingdom who does not think of the prince as his ideal. Warriors worship him; married and old ladies sing his praises; and unmarried try to seduce him. There is no one who wants to show up against his rule. Though nobody has seen him acting violently, to which she believes but his eyes were dominating. The king and queen are proud of their child. His brothers were his second in command and kiss the feet he walks on. No one who would like to even attempt to be his rival. His political knowledge pleased the people and finances, his ministers. Diplomats were happy as the kingdom doesn’t have an enemy, not at least openly. He has the lines of minster's that work in his commands only. Why not be? As some of them were his friend and some of them owe him their life. Prince noticed the eye level the maiden is giving her, he was astonished that beside half a minute passed that he had taken the mask from her face; she is not even blushing nor smiling but looking straight in his eyes, challengingly. She was angry and what makes it hype up was the smile given by the Prince. Insult, the correct word in her dictionary, was to define his actions. The utter insult - princess felt. It was not a wonderful impression she came up with initially, but how the prince had handled her, was provoking her, to add a few more sentences to the arrogant prince, she thought he was. She remembers his touch on her stomach. The smile the prince was giving her was not also an innocent one, it was like he was mocking her. The princess gritted her teeth in silence. Not showing her emotions. She cannot let the Crown Prince or the future King get displeased by her actions. “Dhara”, she heard a voice calling her. As she took a step ahead in the voice's direction, she lost her lips virginity. Prince kissed her lips, ”till next time”.