"The prince's hand is only bruised, Your Majesty," said one of the palace maids. "There were no serious injuries."
"Oh, Gods and Goddesses... thank you," said Dwi Ara as she rubbed and kissed her son's head. "What happened, sweetheart?"
"Hmm…" for a moment, Prince Dharma Putra hesitated enough to tell his mother about what he had done with Prince Andhika.
"I heard you fought with a slave," said the queen. "Is that true?"
"I'm sorry, Mom." said the little prince. "I, I only beat that Candala because he had dared to approach my future wife."
Dwi Ara took a deep breath. Oh, gods… she thought. He was only six years old, and he already thought that far? This must be the result of the matchmaking!
"Sweetheart," Dwi Ara sat on the left side of the prince, she rubbed his head and then down to his back, again she kissed her son's head. "I heard that Candala is indeed Princess Andira's Paria, my son. Of course, as such, they will always be close together."
