in which an immortal boy confesses his love for a mortal girl, many times over
NOTE: this story is currently being rewritten to be indie published
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The streets were flooded with people, both doubtful and ecstatic at meeting their possible new queen, though it was insane to me that they could still be excited for their king's sixth bride.
As you appeared in front of the crowd, they quieted, taking in your beauty. If any of them noticed the way our eyes met in a heated second of tender passion, they said nothing, creating a walkway amongst themselves for you to be escorted to the palace. We marched up the stairs to Kulottunga's courtroom, and as we walked in, we were greeted by the angry eyes of his five queens and their many children.
When finally Kulottunga came into our view, he scrutinized you closely, and I almost pulled you behind me, ready to face whatever wrath we would be left with.
But I knew this is what you wanted, so I stayed behind you, my presence a reminder of what you would be leaving when you transitioned into this new life.
"My king, may I have a moment alone with you?" I bristled, and I know you felt the tension rolling off of me, as you shifted uncomfortably, throwing an angry glare my way.
Without speaking a word, he agreed, requesting everyone leave the room with the flick of his wrist. I remained close by the door, unable to hear your hushed whispers through the thick wood, feeling the eyes of four Chola guards on me.
When you finally emerged again, you wore a winning smile and my heart flew to my throat, the fear of losing you coursing through my veins, body tingling with loss.
With a nod of his head, it was decided. You were to be Kulottunga's sixth queen.
And my heart shattered.
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You yanked me from the servant's quarters, covering your face with a thick dupatta. I had been lying awake, thoughts of you with him consuming me, making it impossible for sleep to overtake me, to pull me under.
"Didn't you get my note to meet me in the courtyard, my life?"
"I can only speak and understand. I have yet to master reading and writing." My words left me in a cold burst, the fact that I was upset with you clear for all to hear.
"You are mad."
"No, I am incredibly happy that you decided to marry the king. I can't wait for the day you start having his children too."
Your eyebrows drew together, your eyes showing me the familiar fire burning deep within your soul. "Roman, if you can't understand why I have to do this, then you don't truly love me. If you did, you would support me. It is not like I will be ignoring you. You will remain my guard when my uncle's soldiers leave tomorrow. You will stay with me." The fire died out, replaced by a whispered hurt that twisted my insides as it made its way through my body.
"And it hurts that you feel as though I love him. You know that I love you, that in any other circumstance, I would leave with you in a heartbeat. But what was I to do? What do you want me to do? What was I to say? That I did not care to marry him? Even if I weren't interested in avenging my father's death, we would still have to remain a secret."
