Everyone waited patiently for the king’s judgement. They knew he would make a decision that would be for the betterment of the kingdom. “Majesty, what is your decision?.”, the prime minister inquired as usual performing his duty stipulated over the years where the minister inquires the king to make an announcement.
“I hereby declare Roopali to be qualified citizen of our kingdom. She will be under my protection and stay at the royal palace until she is fit as a fiddle.”, the king announced his decision. Roopali was relieved and happy. At last she will have a place to stay and people whom she can call family. Everyone were satisfied with his decision except for the home minister , Suryavanshi who was Satyavati’s cousin.
At late afternoon, he arrived at the queen’s tea garden to notify his dissatisfaction to his sister.“ I am not satisfied by Maharaj’s decision!”, he quipped. Satyavati smiled. He was like her younger brother and she had spent most of her childhood in raising him like her son though they were two years apart. She still remembered asking her aunt(her mother’s younger sister) that whether she could make him her son in role play game with her girl friends. It was innocent question. Her aunt happily obliged her request thinking it was just a play . Eventually Satyavati took the role seriously and began to take care of her brother as her son.
“Why are you unsatisfied with his decision ?”, she asked playfully. “I .. You won’t take me seriously. But king is thinking emotionally. He isn’t thinking practically. He should have at least done background check of that lady before taking her into our kingdom.”, he said ruefully. “Hmm ! But our king isn’t naive as you think. He hasn’t won so many wars without careful planning and strategies.”, she argued.
He rose up in anger and spoke, “ After all he’s your husband , why would you listen to me ?” He stomped out while the queen persuaded him to stop. He didn’t listen. “He and his anger!”, she sighed. She sipped the herbal drink and thought , “Did the king do the right thing ?”
Roopali wandered the royal garden. She was amazed by the nature in midst of the harsh desert. The sightings of birds and squirrels on trees and bushes , carefully made flower bedding and momentarily blowing of cool breeze relaxed her mind and soul. Suddenly she felt someone standing behind her. She turned to see it was Queen Gayatri. The queen stared at her in anger. “What are you doing here ?”, she asked. “Nothing , your highness. I wanted fresh air. So I came here.” “I heard you were sick. Aren’t you supposed to be at the room allotted to you.”, the queen taunted. Roopali nodded her head and left with sad face. Gayatri smirked.
(To be continued )
“I hereby declare Roopali to be qualified citizen of our kingdom. She will be under my protection and stay at the royal palace until she is fit as a fiddle.”, the king announced his decision. Roopali was relieved and happy. At last she will have a place to stay and people whom she can call family. Everyone were satisfied with his decision except for the home minister , Suryavanshi who was Satyavati’s cousin.
At late afternoon, he arrived at the queen’s tea garden to notify his dissatisfaction to his sister.“ I am not satisfied by Maharaj’s decision!”, he quipped. Satyavati smiled. He was like her younger brother and she had spent most of her childhood in raising him like her son though they were two years apart. She still remembered asking her aunt(her mother’s younger sister) that whether she could make him her son in role play game with her girl friends. It was innocent question. Her aunt happily obliged her request thinking it was just a play . Eventually Satyavati took the role seriously and began to take care of her brother as her son.
“Why are you unsatisfied with his decision ?”, she asked playfully. “I .. You won’t take me seriously. But king is thinking emotionally. He isn’t thinking practically. He should have at least done background check of that lady before taking her into our kingdom.”, he said ruefully. “Hmm ! But our king isn’t naive as you think. He hasn’t won so many wars without careful planning and strategies.”, she argued.
He rose up in anger and spoke, “ After all he’s your husband , why would you listen to me ?” He stomped out while the queen persuaded him to stop. He didn’t listen. “He and his anger!”, she sighed. She sipped the herbal drink and thought , “Did the king do the right thing ?”
Roopali wandered the royal garden. She was amazed by the nature in midst of the harsh desert. The sightings of birds and squirrels on trees and bushes , carefully made flower bedding and momentarily blowing of cool breeze relaxed her mind and soul. Suddenly she felt someone standing behind her. She turned to see it was Queen Gayatri. The queen stared at her in anger. “What are you doing here ?”, she asked. “Nothing , your highness. I wanted fresh air. So I came here.” “I heard you were sick. Aren’t you supposed to be at the room allotted to you.”, the queen taunted. Roopali nodded her head and left with sad face. Gayatri smirked.
(To be continued )
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