Shedding ROYAL Blood

Amrit's POV Panipat, capital of Rajputana Rule It was really hectic day to start with but then, so are all other days when you are the soul of the place. It's just like this for a person with lots of responsibilities. This is how it is. And I love it. Being the chief Chambermaid of the recently crowned King of Panipat–Kunwar Vishal Singh Rajawat. "Amrit!" A maid came in. "Kunwar Sa (Prince) is calling you." She said with a frown and walked away. I smiled and straightened my Lehenga-Choli (A traditional eastern dress consisting of a crop top, long skirt and a scarf), freed my hair from the braid to look presentable, fixed my bindi (dot on the forehead) gave myself a last look in the mirror and slowly walked to his Chambers bumping into the last person I want to at this time. Clad in gold and diamonds stood before me, Maharani Chandrika, Kunwar Sa's first wife. "Your Highness." I bowed lightly in respect and asked, "You need anything Maharani Sa (Queen)?" With all due respect. "Yes. Slave-girls staying away from my husband's Chambers." She said flatly. Yeah I should have expected something like that. I still kept my eyes down and said softly, "He called me Maharani Sa. (Queen)" "Yes. He needs you for everything, serving him food, accompanying to camps, setting his room and even giving him services in bed. And you know what I am for? Giving birth to his children and every man, no matter how corrupt or wretched comes back to that woman." She said with the same Royal sophistication, head held high straightened her Dupatta and walked away haughtily. I sighed. Does she never get tired of this? Neither do I. What I and Kunwar Sa share is beyond the understanding of people like Maharani Sa. Even before when he was just a Crown Prince, we had this attachment. He never treated me as a 'purchased good'. Even though, the whole palace looked down upon me, he never did. It was after he became the King he promoted me to his honorable maid. He is different from those people who use multiple women for pleasure and throw them away. Kunwar Sa genuinely respects women, and mostly me. I have a special place in his life which people like Maharani Sa can't understand and I don't care neither does he. *** I walked into the Chamber and he dismissed the Guards he was talking to and leaned comfortably on the huge bed watching me come inside. Every time I see him I fall in love with him all over again. Right now he wasn't wearing any shirt, just a silken shawl, revealing most of his muscular, dusky frame, pitch black thick hair, thick moustache folding downwards at the edges of his lips. He was perfect. "So now you will make the King wait for you?" He asked with a smirk. I shook my head. "I was planning no such thing. Have you not visited Maharani Sa for many days?" I could easily understand the frustration in Maharani Sa's tone. He slowly removed his shawl, revealing the heavenly sculpture behind it and I looked down. "Had anyone else asked me such a personal question, I would have punished them with twenty lashes for going out of the line. But you are special." With that, he pulled away the Dupatta covering my form leaving me exposed in a tight fitting blouse infront of him. He pulled me closer and said, "I have been married to Chandrika for eight years. I have two sons to carry my name forward, ascend the Throne. Why else would I spend more time with Chandrika?" He asked. Perks of Being a royal women. All you are is a baby making machine. "Turn off the lamps. We had too much talks." He ordered. I nodded and fanned the candles and lamps in the room leaving just two at the bedside and walked back to him. I closed my eyes as his soft lips began exploring my neckline with desire, allowing him to Sink sensuously into me, exploring my waves every bit and drowning in them as the night passed. Even after four years of giving him service, my heart still races at his single touch. *** Agra, Capital of Mughal Empire Sultan Omar Khan "Again! Why So soon Malika-e-Jahan (Queen of Realm)?" I asked my mother, Begam Mah-e-Noor Sultana. "What you mean by again? It is the most absolute tradition and you know that." She snapped. After my father's death a few years ago, she has been too much dominating about things. "Yes of course... traditions." I said dryly. Even after being the Sultan of this, one thing you cannot go against or change is this rotting, wicked, ancient traditions which have roots laying deeper than your forefathers. Right now, my mother was talking about one such tradition- Choosing The Honor Brides. It's been a family tradition for centuries that for the safety of Sultan (King) and the Sultana (Rightful Queen) and the heir born to them, they have to go through a lot of procedure. First and Second bride of Sultan, also known as the 'Honor' Brides are chosen through this ritual by a horse. Yes a horse! On a full moon night, after chanting some mantras, tying amulets around it and giving the Royal horse a silk cloth, he is allowed to leave into the village with a bunch of soldiers following it. And the woman on whose feet he places the cloth is the first Honor Bride. The same happens with the second Honor bride but these two women are neither nobles nor Aristocrats, from the kingdom, just the subjects with no Royal blood in their veins, no Treasure chests at their fathers, or anything else to offer but they are married off to the Sultan because they are just scapegoats. After that period is over, the Sultan marries a third time, a Shehzadi (Princess) from Royal blood who would bear a heir to the Royal family and all the miseries, pain, problems, would be passed to these two women, the Sultan's other two wives. No matter how miserable it sounds, but the truth is a part of me believes in these rituals and I wouldn't risk the safety of my family. And to be honest, among all the time my ancestors ruled, for 300 years, it has never happened that the first or second wife bore a child. It's always the third wife. The woman of Royal lineage that continuous the blood line. I feel sad for my first Begum (King's wife), Gulmohor Begum, who was picked from from the same state ten years ago. She is barren and now it's my turn to get married for the second time. I just want to get this over with so that I can start my own family. "As you say Mallika-e-Jahan." I nodded in obedience. She gavea curt nod. "The next week would be fine. I have a lot of arrangements to do. Shabba Khair Sultan (Good night King)." She said plainly and walked away. •••••••●••••••••••●••••••••••●•••••••• So this is the first Chapter Do Add the book to your LIBRARY And drop in your comments