bloody politics
885 Words
"Gracious Your Majesty." Seven of the members kept streaming in, greeting me, giving a bow and taking their respective places.
"Mr Sean Drew couldn't attend because of an unavoidable emergency." Jitesh informed all of them, which eventually made many sets of eyes glance at the empty seat beside me.
"Good afternoon gentlemen. Today we are here to discuss the pending pricing bill on ratio for export and import. I would like the Housing and Transportation to start the analysis." Olivia started the meeting.
"Before that I would like to confirm something with His Majesty." Dorian Umber, the minister of education–who apparently believes that the old testament has been moulded thirty times for avoiding the right procedure of baptism to be sworn to secrecy–dared to ask me.
"Go ahead."
"Is it true that you are getting married tomorrow?"
News definitely spreads like the food location for the ants. I gave a widespread smile to his unrequited query.
"Yes. You will have to not worry about my fortune going into a slush fund or UNICEF entirely." I reassured him which only brought up a piercing smile on his face, of course, hidden beneath understandable pain.
"Who is it?" Hiren Rao, asked me, manners thrown into the dustbin. He always assumes the best that if not for his great grandfather, then this ruling would fall off. And that must be the only reason why he feels I should marry his daughter who is madly in love with someone I know.
"Someone who is interested to live in peace and away from the hustle of this palace life."
I had no ounce of idea of what actually Vhrea thinks about this life. Maybe I should've asked her earlier. It is essentially important for me to even understand why she agreed, that too at a moment when I had strongly decided that she is going to slip away right through my hands and I will have to try the unthinkable.
"Does High Princess know about this?" Fateh Dawood, the head of Money and Exchange asked me before Hiren could process my earlier description of my wife.
"It is a surprise. I am sure she will love it."
Tiara Raikar, my aunt, and my only living relative from my mother's side was and will always remain the princess of this state, never the Queen. Maybe that is what really vexes her nerves the most; to loose everything she has built till today to me.
I may have a severed political relationship with her, playing the game of mouse and chase with her, always, but that doesn't make us less than family.
And I wish to give Aishwarya the life she dreams of, not the one which High Princess Tiara Raikar seeds in her brain.
For that I will need to have an upper hand on everything. From having the power, public, council and the finances in my control.
There was a slight commotion at the outside of our locked door. These meetings always were held behind closed doors where nobody unidentified was not allowed and a high clearance of ID was required to enter this area of the building.
Who could possibly be making an appearance here? Now. Did Rani Ma return?
I made eye contact with Jitesh asking him to go check it out and report. But it was too late.
There was a gunshot which made Yaris, sitting on the left end beside the door to jump twice, and Hiren looked extremely alarmed that he almost took out the taser from his shoes.
I always recommend no guns and arms inside this room but it seems like everyone has their own vision of the little despair.
"Who the heck is that?" Yaris shouted, only for the door to rattle open courtesy of a kick, followed by the guard on duty's voice trying to stop some lady.
"Where is Gabriel?" My foot jumped up in response after hearing Vhrea's fierce voice as her frame entered inside, holding a .32 taser.
Who even thought it was a good idea to give her a gun? Maybe I was a part of it.
"Who are you?" Fateh asked her while standing up from his chair in a very defensive position.
Vhrea gave him a once over from head to toe and turned towards me as if he wasn't worth of her time.
Taking confident strides like the rolling of a barrel onto a plane, she came and stood facing me and kept her gun on the table.
"Is something not to your liking?" I asked to kill the tense atmosphere of the room.
"You said it was a small church event. Why on earth are my posters being hanged around your city everywhere?"
Her eyebrows crunched and crashed each time she spoke, was she angry about this? But what was she talking about!
Posters?
"What?"
I said and turned towards Olivia as she sat on the same opposite side with her best innocent I-have-never-ever-seen-a-p***s smile plastered on her face.
“Make some noise everyone. We have our queen here!” Olivia spoke with a very sarcastic tone which only implied that she was trying to annoy someone in the room, and I wasn’t the target.
Why is she taking this into a competition which she knows she will lose?
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