Seducing the princess

Princess bath

Princess Dhara, despite where her father ruled, Chiva, is one of thousand small areas that are governed by the King, or say the Prince himself. He is also known as the Prince of Chiva, in the honor of winning the sword-skill fight, held every year and every year won by him. What tickles the Princess that he should not be titled as a Prince, although he is the actual Prince, her brother should have the title, he could be the best swordsmen or an honorary title held person.

Despite the fact Princess has the issue, not her brother prince nor her father pays attention to her request and grant Ashoka, the Prince of Amartya, the title of Prince of Chiva as well, she afraid that if Prince put his hands on anything they will not let him down and provide him immediately may it be the title or the kingdom itself. The second thing that tickles her is that women are not allowed to participate in the sword- fight. That was the reason she made herself very learned in the art of sword fighting but the fact prince made her outnumbered was making a typhoon in herself. The discrimination does not go unnoticed in her eyes. Women are not given equal rights as the men, even in her mind the Queen also faced the same consequence. The King is just waiting for the Prince to have a bride so that he can pass the crown and have a sweet time with his Queen. The King and Queen have a love story behind them, the very Queen a*******n scene is injustice and uncalled, the King could have asked her hand like a normal man but he chooses the power to show. She shivers to the thought that the King's son is no less than him but also a step ahead. She laughed and felt sorry for the Princess who will be the bride of the arrogant and smug prince who does not think of anybody but himself.

Every time, she thinks of the Prince his mocking eyes comes into her mind. She thought, why the prince has all the benefits, is he not using the powers. If not the case of the authority she would have lashed out on him and why not, she would have had. He had stolen her first kiss and that too, forcibly.

Princess Dhara is already wounded by the behaviors of the royals but the kiss was too much to cross the boundary.

Here, Prince greets the Yogiji Maharaj, the Rajguru greets him with the wishes. The missionaries present were also pleased to be in the presence of the King, the Queen, and the Prince. They know that this festival would not be missing at any cost. Yogiji Maharaj places an undeniably important role in their life, that is the reason that every year all the kingdom nobles are to present in the Kashi with the family. After paying respect to Yogiji Maharaj and the people present; the Prince take his throne which has placed between the King and the Rajguru. Prince was the last to enter the hall, though no one was complaining, it was unusual for the prince to be late, he was never before.

“Looks like His Highness got someone else more important in his hand”, the Yogiji Maharaj said.

This time His Highness was not for the King, it was for the Prince and he knew. The Yogiji Maharaj was the only one the Prince never disobeys as he considers him the wisest and the most learned person he ever met in his life. This time also Yogiji Maharaj caught him at the right time.

“It is not like that Acharya, I just” replied the prince with a shy pause in the last.

The Prince caught up again by the memory of the maiden. The minister’s looked at him with the surprised look, as Prince attention never wavers. It was astonishing for them as well, and they were looking forward to the reason. The Queen gets a glimpse of the King in the Prince but the King just by the looking his son knew that it’s just some time left to pass the crown.

Acharya, knew that Ashoka will not lie in his presence, nor anybody, he is a man of true words, if he wants something he gets, if he says something he does, same like his father and his disciple Prince Veer, ‘Prince Ashoka, is everything alright’.

“Certainly, Acharya” Prince replied sincerely,

“That is good and if not, it will certainly be” Acharya smiled.

Tricks words were always the second language for the Acharya. Yogiji Maharaj dismissed all the nobles from his room.

Princess Dhara, was certainly not happy to come here so she did not attended the gathering held. She was not even impressed with the extra adoration Prince Ashoka gets from the Yogiji Maharaj. She decided to take a bath. She asks her companion to bring her clothes, as she gets in the bath with the piece of cloth. As she got in the bath she put the only cloth, on the edge of the basin and gets deep in the water valley. The water welcomes her with a welcoming feeling, she was so engrossed in the feeling of freshness, she didn’t even check who entered the rest area, thinking it would be her maid, she doesn’t let herself bother. She enjoyed splashing the water on herself and away from the feeling that happened a while ago. She untangled her hair and untensed her shoulders.

After a while, she stands up deciding to depart for her room,“Meera, cloths” she called and move her hand forward to grab. Few seconds passed but when she didn’t get her clothes, ”Meera” she called for her and turned.

“Aaaaaaaaah” she screamed and jumped back in the water, her face get red by the shame and the anger, she thought the kiss was out of the boundary but this act of Prince of Amartya crossed the line.