A book of verses,
Underneath the bough,
A loaf of bread is all I know.
A group of fakirs and Banzara’s troupe was passing by during the royal journey. They had no idea that royals were among them—or perhaps they simply did not care.
These wanderers traveled from place to place, maintaining their free-spirited nature while entertaining and enriching local communities. They were especially skilled in song and dance.
Princess Dhara enjoyed their music, simple and instrumentless as it was. Though the rhythm was uneven, she found bliss in the melodies.
I was a devil,
She was not alike.
Kingdom by the sea,
We rode alike.
All royal eyes landed on the performer. It was the prince. The sound was so mesmerizing that one could listen again and again. No one would suspect that this brute, ca
