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Pujyam means zero
"If it's destined to be yours, it will be acquired by you, even if it's in between two mountains.."
-Anonymous
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"Reject the proposal," he advised.
"Pardon," she couldn't grasp it.
"I said to reject my proposal tonight, at the dinner," he affirmed.
"I don't think I can play along" she looked to her feet.
"Am I considered good enough to know the reason," he stared at her pale lips, that were being tortured because of him.
"I believe you know that mother had promised the marriage to the late King Zadkiel, to ensure that peace stays between the Kingdoms, in the land of Chalingad. Am afraid I can't go against her words," she looked into his mysterious black orbs quite contrast to her dark greens.
"Is it the curiosity?"
"I think so. Why you? Why me? My mother would never do something irrational. I am scared, to be honest. But it will be nice try something, if it scares you, right?"
He glanced at her weirdly while humming , "It was foolish of your mother. I'll advise to trust your instinct, always"
"Always" she replied, failing her instincts like always when near him.
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After sensing her King's condition was worse than that was let out to her, all Verena could think about was his metallic black eyes, invariably enigmatic to her, which works on her like magic. The way his lips would move to let out words, that she would earnestly wait to hear. Him biting his lips, to control himself whenever she would act like a commoner and not like his Queen. She missed his voice that would vibrate through the halls to reach her, which was always calm and calculated not to hurt her, as she was always hurting because of him.
She could rewind all their conversations as if all those happened just yesterday. She didn't know what it was, that made her marry him, made her trust him like she knew him all her life. She felt this immense pleasure when he would simply embrace her, when he would hold her hand in his. There was never a moment in their married life, that she hated. Not even when he got mistresses in his palace always roaming near him, did she curse him. She never had the urge to put them in their respective place, as she was his Queen and the Kingdom's.
The news shook her to the point, she couldn't feel her own tears flowing like a never ending stream. Her soul was quiet, which was a first. Even when her mother was on the death-bed, did she cry. Her tears were trapped by her own soul, knowing her mother would never want to see her eldest, mourn for her withered soul. She was told to stay strong in sickness and health, in rejection and acceptance, in defeat and victory, told to never lose her mind, her instinct, her pride in anything or to anyone.
Knowing that mourning over her King's health would never do him or her any good, she looked for her inherited possession. Her precious things were hid under her large bed in her chamber in that unworldly palace the closest place she felt to herself and her King. When in sorrow she would look through this pricey possession of hers to find something interesting that would dissolve all her worries and pain. This time she found something that was prohibited to her and her sibling, something so close to her mother, this something was so precious to her mother that her own father was not allowed to touch it, her mother's secret journal.
It had exotic drawings on every other page. Some eye sketches in between. On one page she saw a rough sketch of a sea and a couple immersed in each other on the shore. The book was quite intriguing to say the least. She squinted through the pages and suddenly stopped on a random page, to see the very familiar handwriting of her mother. She thought about her poor penmanship, even after taking all the classes provided by the royal scholars she was bad, very. She saw the sketches of familiar walls of her father's old house. It was indeed precious, she thought.
It was then her dark greens took in the most absurd thing she could imagine. It was something about her mother. About her doing the exact opposite to what she preached.
Her mother was whom she looked upto. Always headstrong, quick witted, funny and brave. She was never sorry, never afraid to follow her dreams, her inner-voice. She would speak her mind out to the world. Her mother was her saviour, from when she was a toddler to even then, when she was a crowned Queen, walked over by everyone in the very Kingdom that belonged to her.
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