This Time, the Reborn Queen's Sword Is Pointed at You

Deep in monsoon season, the wind howled as a dark storm covered the palace. Grey clouds filled the sky, and the sound of branches hitting the building walls resounded in the humid air.

Inside a room of the palace, Nisha sobbed, her chest in pain as she convulsed on the floor. In front of her stood Raja Arjan, who was once her love, her husband, her everything. She had done everything for him since her childhood. Reminiscing, she remembered how they met as children, reuniting as young adults at the ashram of Sashanka. There, they had fallen in love, and he had promised to marry her, or so she had perceived. In reality, he had fallen for her cousin, but as she did not have the political power and knowledge Nisha had, he worked with Nisha's cousin to persuade Nisha. And Nisha, like a fool, had accepted it. 

" You were useful to me once, Nisha," Arjan paused, laughing.

"But I never cared about you. And now, you know too much,"

Gritting her teeth, Rani Nisha grimly stared at her husband, no- ex-husband. He had taken her clan's support for granted and socially ruined her, demoting her to the level of a vicious woman.

She had fought in the war for him, gone into battle, and used her military knowledge to help him fight the surrounding kingdoms. Many of her royal familial secrets had gone to waste, aiding him with his militia tactics. In fact, Nisha was a strong, intelligent woman, born as a princess to the powerful kingdom of Videha. But her biggest weakness was her love for the Raja of Kosala, King Arjan. 

She bit her tongue, bleeding from her mouth as she threatened, " Whether it's this life or the next, Arjan, I will kill you. I will make you regret what you have done to me,"

He stopped smiling, and spat at the floor next to her, leaving her injured and strewn on the floor as she succumbed to the poison he had given her, a tool he reserved for his political enemies.

She died.

Or she should've. She was back in the ashram, an unmarried maiden, fifteen years prior. Her skin was soft and smooth, unlike the war torn toughness she had developed throughout her years, forced to go to the front lines while her husband lay 'sick'. In the name of honor, she had defended a coward. 

Her hair was silky smooth, and her face had a youthful blush. She was beautiful, and determined to defeat him. But not just him, the entire kingdom of Kosala. 

She smiled, elated with the thought of her revenge.