As Ira stepped out of the dense jungle, her eyes widened at the sight before her—a grand palace stood tall, surrounded by an army of soldiers stationed at every corner. The sheer magnificence left her momentarily breathless. As she approached, the soldiers and staff in the vicinity bowed their heads in greeting, their respect palpable. Confused yet instinctively polite, Ira returned their greetings, though her heart pounded with uncertainty.
She made her way into the heart of the palace and arrived at the main hall. The grand chamber was adorned with opulent chandeliers and intricate tapestries, radiating an aura of authority. A woman seated on an elevated throne commanded the room with her regal presence.
The palace commander stepped forward, bowing deeply. "Greetings, Your Majesty, the Queen. Prince Yuvan has returned."
The Queen, her demeanor poised and stern, tilted her head slightly in acknowledgment. "You may leave," she commanded with a wave of her hand. The commander quickly exited, leaving Ira alone with the Queen.
The Queen's sharp eyes locked onto Ira. "Prince Yuvan," she began, her voice a mix of reprimand and concern, "where have you been? And why have you neglected your sword practice? You've been shirking your responsibilities, and it does not befit a prince of this kingdom." Her voice hardened. "Are you even paying attention?"
Ira fidgeted, caught off guard. "Uh… yes, I am," she managed, though her voice wavered.
The Queen's gaze swept over Ira critically. "And what are you wearing? Who permitted you to appear like this? Your duty is to focus on your responsibilities, not indulge in distractions. One day, you will rule this kingdom, and if you continue this weak behavior, you will leave it vulnerable to enemies. Your father is away, fulfilling his duties, and if he hears of your negligence, you know how he will react." Her tone softened, though her words carried weight. "Look to your younger brother and cousins. Learn from them. I expect you to carry out your tasks properly from now on."
Ira hesitated, her voice barely above a whisper. "I… I wanted to say… I'm not… I mean…"
"What is it?" the Queen demanded, her patience wearing thin.
"Nothing," Ira said quickly, lowering her gaze.
"Very well," the Queen said with finality. "You may leave. Change into proper attire and head to your sword practice immediately."
"Yes, Your Majesty," Ira replied, her voice subdued.
Turning to the minister standing nearby, the Queen added, "Keep a close eye on Prince Yuvan. Ensure he fulfills his duties without delay or error."
The minister bowed deeply. "As you command, Your Majesty."
The minister then gestured to Ira, smiling kindly. "Prince Yuvan, please follow me."
As they walked through the palace corridors, the grandeur surrounding Ira was almost too much to take in. The minister finally stopped in front of a set of intricately carved doors and pushed them open, revealing an exquisite room bathed in soft sunlight.
Ira stepped inside, her eyes widening with wonder. The room was grand yet serene, with luxurious furnishings and large windows offering a breathtaking view of the gardens below. "Wow… what a beautiful room," she murmured, her voice filled with awe.
The minister chuckled lightly, observing her reaction. "Why are you behaving as though it's the first time you've seen this room? It is your room, after all."
Ira blinked, realizing the truth. She turned to him with a sheepish smile. "Oh… right. I guess I just got caught up in the moment." She laughed softly, brushing it off. "I suppose that's just… me."
The minister's smile deepened. "It's rare to see you like this, Prince Yuvan. You're usually so calm and composed. A moment of joy suits you."
Ira raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes. "So, you're saying I'm always serious?"
"Not always," the minister replied with a grin. "But a smile adds to your charm, Prince."
"Well, thank you… I guess," Ira said, chuckling lightly.
"Now," the minister said, his tone becoming more formal, "please rest for a while and change into your practice attire. I will meet you shortly."
Ira nodded. "Alright. And take care of yourself, too."
The minister bowed respectfully. "As you wish, Prince."
The minister left the room, bowing politely as the grand doors closed behind him.