Morning in the Royal Palace
Sanyogita's POV
The morning sun spilled through the latticed windows of the palace, painting intricate patterns of light and shadow on the polished marble floors. The air was perfumed with the faint aroma of sandalwood incense and the gentle scent of fresh marigold garlands draped along the corridors. The melodic chime of temple bells echoed softly in the distance, signaling the start of a new day in Mandore.
I woke to the soft rustling of maids bustling about the room. They were arranging trays adorned with offerings for the temple—vermillion powder, fresh flower garlands, and a gleaming brass pitcher filled with holy water from the Luni River. Their chatter was hushed but excited, and I caught fragments of their murmurs as they moved around.
When I entered the royal bathroom, I was met with a sight that stopped me in my tracks. The bathwater in the enormous brass tub shimmered faintly, a layer of delicate rose petals floating atop it. Beside the tub lay three small, polished cubes, unlike anything I had seen before. Each cube was wrapped in fine muslin cloth and exuded its own enchanting fragrance—rose, jasmine, and lavender.
The chief maid approached, bowing deeply. "Rani-sa, these are Yuvraj Harsha's latest creations. He calls them soap cubes. They are for cleansing the skin, and he has also infused the bath with rose water for a fragrant touch. It is said to leave the skin radiant and glowing."
I picked up one of the cubes, the rose-scented one, and turned it over in my hands. It was smooth, almost waxy, and its fragrance was heavenly. "Soap?" I repeated the unfamiliar word, my curiosity piqued. I dipped it into the water and rubbed it between my palms, marveling as it lathered into a soft, fragrant foam.
The maids poured water over me as I used the soap, its foam cleansing my skin in a way I had never experienced before. By the time I stepped out of the tub, my skin felt soft, smooth, and clean. I caught my reflection in a polished brass mirror and noted the healthy glow that seemed to radiate from my face. Before today, my baths had always been with clay, herbal powders, or wood ash—crude methods compared to this remarkable invention.
When I returned to my chambers to be dressed, another surprise awaited me. The maids brought forward delicate glass vials filled with fragrant liquids—perfumes and attars, Yuvraj Harsha's latest gifts. Each vial contained a unique blend of floral, fruity, and spicy aromas, crafted from oils and extracts of the finest flowers and spices in the region. I chose one infused with rose and musk, its scent rich and warm. As I dabbed it onto my wrists, its fragrance seemed to envelop me, lingering like a soft embrace.
"Yuvraj Harsha has outdone himself," I remarked to Ratnavati as we walked together to the temple for the morning puja. "These are treasures fit for royalty."
Ratnavati nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "He has always been resourceful, but these creations are extraordinary. He promises more wonders at the royal dinner tonight."
Excitement bubbled within me at the thought of what he might reveal next.
Night in the Banquet Hall
Harsha's POV
The royal dining hall was a vision of opulence that night. Long tables adorned with golden platters and goblets stretched across the room, the flickering light of brass lamps casting a warm glow on the intricate carvings along the walls. Emperor Harishchandra sat at the head of the table, flanked by Queens Sanyogita and Ratnavati. My younger brothers, Rajendra and Aryanendra, were seated nearby, their youthful excitement evident in their animated chatter.
As the servants brought in the first courses of the evening—platters laden with delicacies from across the empire—I rose to address the gathering. My heart beat with a mixture of pride and anticipation. This was a moment I had meticulously prepared for.
"Father," I began, bowing deeply. "Tonight, I bring to you and our esteemed guests innovations that I believe will shape the future of our kingdom. This morning, I introduced soaps and perfumes to the palace, and their success has been evident. But these are just the beginning."
I gestured to Sanjay, the royal butler, who stepped forward carrying pitchers of amber and ruby-hued liquids. The room fell silent as all eyes turned toward him.
"Allow me to present a selection of beverages crafted in our very own brewery ," I continued. "This is whiskey, distilled with care to achieve its distinct flavor. And here is wine, meant to celebrate joyous occasions. Alongside these, I bring beer and rum, each with its own unique character."
I poured a glass of whiskey for my father and another of wine for Queen Sanyogita, watching closely as they took their first sips. The emperor's expression was inscrutable at first, but then his eyes lit up, and a slow smile spread across his face.
"Remarkable," he declared, his voice carrying across the hall. "This is unlike anything I have tasted before. Harsha, these drinks will not only elevate our court but also open avenues for trade and prosperity. With these innovations, we can build alliances and strengthen our empire's economy."
The discussion shifted toward commerce, and the emperor leaned forward, his interest piqued. "Harsha, these products—the soaps, perfumes, and beverages—have immense potential. How do you envision trading these with foreign markets?"
I stepped closer to the table and unrolled a map that displayed trade routes connecting our empire to the Arab territories and beyond. "Father, our merchants can travel through the ancient silk routes and maritime paths that link our ports to the Arabian Peninsula. The Arabs value luxury goods, and our offerings are unparalleled. Here is what I propose:"
I pointed to the various goods listed on the parchment beside the map. "We can trade our soap and perfumes, which are entirely new innovations, in exchange for Arabian horses, which are known for their speed and strength. The wines and whiskey will appeal to their elites, fetching us precious commodities such as dates, pearls, and even exotic spices from distant lands."
Queen Sanyogita interjected, her voice thoughtful. "And what of textiles? Our cotton and muslin are highly sought after in foreign markets. Should these be included in the trade?"
I nodded. "Indeed, Mother. Our textiles, especially the fine muslin and embroidered fabrics from Maitraka ( current Gujarat), can be exchanged for gold and rare gems. Additionally, we can offer camphor and sandalwood, both prized for their use in religious and medicinal practices."
The emperor stroked his beard, his mind clearly turning over the possibilities. "And what about security for the caravans? The routes are treacherous."
"I have already considered that, Father," I replied confidently. "We will assign a contingent of guards to protect the merchants and their goods. Additionally, our spies will monitor the routes to ensure safety and prevent ambushes."
The emperor smiled approvingly. "Harsha, your vision continues to impress me. Let us make preparations to announce this plan to our council. The future of our trade and empire is bright."
The mothers and father raised their goblets in a toast, their admiration palpable. The atmosphere grew warm with laughter and conversation, the evening turning into a celebration of innovation and unity.
Tournament Preparations
Later, in the royal study, Emperor Harishchandra summoned me to discuss the upcoming tournament. The room was dimly lit by the glow of oil lamps, and the scent of parchment and ink filled the air. A large table at the center was covered with plans, lists, and diagrams.
"Harsha," my father began, his tone measured, "this tournament will be a grand occasion, one that reflects the strength and unity of our kingdom. Tell me, how do you plan to ensure its success?"
I stepped forward, gesturing to a parchment detailing the event. "Father, I have outlined a schedule that balances competition with spectacle. The tournament will include traditional displays of martial skill—archery, swordsmanship, and wrestling—but also newer events, like mounted combat demonstrations ."
He nodded but pressed further. "And the logistics? How will you manage the influx of nobles, merchants, and foreign emissaries?"
"We will set up dedicated quarters for guests within the palace grounds," I replied. "Temporary pavilions will be erected in the gardens for additional accommodations, and the kitchens have already begun preparing a menu to showcase the finest cuisines of our lands."
"Security is paramount," my father said. "What measures have you taken to ensure the safety of all who attend?"
"I have coordinated with the royal guard to station patrols at key locations," I answered. "Spies will also be placed among the crowds to monitor for suspicious activity. Additionally, our guests' entourages will be given specific areas to prevent overcrowding."
His gaze softened as he studied my plans. "And what of the message this tournament sends? How will it reflect our empire's values and aspirations?"
I met his eyes with determination. "This tournament will showcase not only our martial prowess but also our commitment to innovation and unity. It will remind our allies of our strength and reassure our people of their safety. Through this event, we will celebrate the legacy of our kingdom and inspire loyalty."
The emperor smiled, his pride evident. "You have thought of everything, Harsha. I trust this tournament will be a shining moment in our history."
End of Chapter .
to be continued ...