My Royal Highness

ROBERT!!

"Your honour!! It is going according to the plan in the palace! Here no one knows your real name, I think it's time to get back!" A man informed another man.

"James! You supported me, all this time, thank you! But it's too dangerous to leave you alone!" The man who was informed by james stated, got up and shoot James between his eyes."Bye , bye james!" He smirked.

Soon a knock came on his secret door and all of a sudden he got alert.

A voice came from behind the doors,"Robert! We know you're here!"

"Ahh these stupid punks!" Robert sighed and hid himself behind his massive door and opened it.

Two men entered, cautiously,"We know, you're here!" One of them shouted."Oh my god, James!"

Robert came from behind the door and shoot both the men, took few of his belongings and left the house, burning it into ashes.

He reached the Italian Palace and was welcomed by a soldier,"Your honour, Prince Marcus sent you a letter, from India!"

"Ahhh! This Marcus! Foine! Give me this letter and get me a map!" Robert replied and went into the palace.

He walked different halls and finally reached a chamber, a magnificent one.

The King's chamber.

"As you can, see how clever I'm!" Robert smirked.

"Y..you.. *coughs* Can n..never, g..get wa..what y..you waaa... *coughs*" The King replied.

"Your son's future is in my hands now! Don't panic old man, you know my real identity, but your words don't weigh that much any more, No one will believe you, that's why you're still alive! Don't try to push your limits!" Robert warned and left the chamber.

He went to his room and opened the letter.

"My great supervisor and loyal friend,

Your plans, worked well. Just need you here soon, but not now, I'll send you, the perfect time, after I'll have everything under control!

Best wishes, King Marcus!!"

"Damn!" Robert threw the letter in the trash can,"I won't work under your supervision you damn prince! It's all just mine! I am the writer of this play and you're just a mere performer!" Robert smirked.

Marcus found himself falling asleep in Jenny's room, he got up, stretched himself and made his way to Devi's room.

She was not sleeping any more, she was in her night dress and sitting there on the bed, like a rag doll, as if she didn't sleep at all.

"You're not allowed to visit your father, don't force them to behave rudely with you!" Marcus stated moving to her side.

"Hmm!" She nodded, without looking at him.

"And don't piss me off always, I'm not a monster, to always hurt you!" He replied cautiously taking steps towards devi.

She closed her eyes, her lips quivered, she sighed, took deep breath and replied,"Sure! Anything else?" She looked at Marcus.

He observed her for some time and sat down on the other edge of the bed."Fine then, come here, I'll help you first aid your wounds!" He replied.

She pretended to move towards him, and the glass jug fell from the table, she knowingly walked on the glass pieces and mocked herself,"Oh my god, I hurt myself!"

"s**t, What're you doing?" He hissed and hurried to her side.

She looked at him and fell near the bathroom door and hit her head on the door frame,"Oww! Devi what're you even doing? tsk! tsk!" She clicked her tongue.

"What're you even doing? Are you mad?" Marcus was going crazy, not getting hold of the situation.

She went to the bath tub, filled it with water and salt and sat down in it and washed herself,"You deserve to die, Devi! You hurt people so much without any reason!" Tears falling down her checks and her wounds burn.

"Stop it, don't make me crazy! Get out of there and change your clothes!" He ordered, clutching his palm into a fist.

"Ummm.. yeah yess.. wait!" She went to him and started undressing herself,"C'mon, r**e me again! For I committed a crime! I'm inviting you!" She challenged him.

That's it! He pulled her close to him,"What do you think you're proving by doing all these shits gaining sympathy! but trust me, you look no other than a w***e, who's trying to seek attention! and r**e aren'tdone willingly, it'scalled s*x!" He pushed her to the wall and turned to leave,"don't ever push my limits, Get dressed and come out!" He demanded.

"Why, you've seen me, all! Every part! Why're you shy, all of sudden? Oh! Now I seem filthy to you, isn't it? Fine, I understand!" She face palmed, smiling through tears and sat down on the floor.

He looked back at her and sighed,"You seemed always filthy to me! You just overestimated yourself!" He replied coldly.

"I understand!" She nodded, wiping her tears and looking away.

"Great! Get dressed and come out!" He ordered and left.

She brought her legs to her chest and buried her head into them and cried hard.

Her cries were heard outside the bathroom, Marcus sighed and poured himself some wine.

She came out after like 15 minutes.

"I don't have much time to waste on people like you!" He replied squeezing her arms hard.

"Ouch! Sorry!" She didn't fight back, it's like her hopes, dreams and life is shattering everyday. It's war and she knows everything is fair in love and war, so she can't blame anyone, just herself!

"I don't have much patience! Just know your limits as my wife and my queen and follow them, don't you dare over rule them!" He warned strictly.

"Ok!" She wishpered and nodded silently.

He ran his hand through his hair, this silence, this obedience, didn't settle in his mind, he looked at her accusingly and then noticed her face, a big reopened scar on her forhead, elbows bleeding and her foot bleeding, still she was standing still infront of him, and looking down. Tear filled eyes, lips quivering and pain! Evident on her face. He was feeling guilty, but for what? He did, what was right, isn't it?

"Can you give a valid explanation, for this behaviour?" He demanded.

She wiped her cheeks,"I was hur..hurt me.. mentally, I didn't know ha..how to handle that, the..they did..didn't tau..taught meh! *sobs* I..i f..feel better!" She replied through sobs and looked down.

"When I talk to you, I want you to look at me!" He asked.

"O..ok *sobs*" Saying this she looked into his eyes.

Her eyes were red, full of whys, hows, and whens, pain hurt, broken and shattered dreams. He looked deep into her eyes, as if scanning her soul, he felt the same pain, that she was trying to get rid of. He took a step back and turned away.