HIS (SECRET) MAIDEN IN SHINING ARMOUR

Chapter : 1

~•~ The Mighty Kingdom  ~•~

"The beauty of a kingdom is not in its outer exhibition of merriment, splendour and opulence.. It lies deep within the heart of the people residing in the empire, in the form of the love and respect towards their ruler."

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'Hail the king Tej of Isilwane!', the herald of the court announced as soon as the King appeared from a secret door behind his throne.

He stepped forward as a proud king, regency oozing out of his huge crown embedded with rubies, emeralds and amethysts - each stone referring to each of the main three provinces of his kingdom; his red mantle hidden under his silky white robe with intricate detailing of pure gold; his wool and gold shoes peeking through his every step; as he ascended his throne. Taking out the long sword within the scabbard from his cincture, he leaned upon the backrest of his throne, raising his hand to the cheering commoners gesturing them to become silent. His tranquil expression was complemented by the wrinkles on his forehead and around his eyes, his greyish hair and beard, gave off an expression of experience and sheer understanding about him.. The most loving fact about him to his subjects. He was truly a father figure to them.

'Hail the First Prince Shivaay of Isilwane!!', the herald's voice boomed again, and the crowd raged in unison to greet their favourite prince.

Shivaay entered the court dressed in blue mantle and green robe with same detailing of pure gold covering them, matching the colour of his beautiful eyes. Taking out his sword from his cincture, he occupied the middle throne out of the three thrones placed  just beneath the king's one and waved at the crowd, silencing them, yet some faint girly giggles remained in the air.

'Hail the Second Prince Omkara of Isilwane!!', the herald shook from inside while taking the name of the most infamous prince.

The crowd too seemed too scared to even pronounce the huzzas from their heart. They shouted their lungs out only fearing if the prince got angry and punished them. Omkara smirked looking at the crowd cheering for him mechanically in fear. Not that he was offended, he enjoyed their dread and felt satisfied that his subjects feared him for his mysteriousness. Clad in purple mantle and black robe, he made his way towards the throne. Taking out the sword, he waved it from up to downwards, freezing the mob in deadly silence. He looked at his left to Shivaay passing him a smile while taking his seat, and Shivaay returned him a mock disappointed look.

'Hail the Third Prince Rudra of Isilwane!!' The herald's voice got lost in the loud 'ooohs', from the crowd of women.

Rudra entered the court taking his usual bouncy playful steps. Winking at the women swooning over him, he swayed a bit to show off his ivory mantle and cheerful lemon green robe, along with his muscular frame. Taking his sword along with his scabbard out, he grinned widely at his elder brothers in his right side before jumping on his throne, and he was greeted by the flabbergasted grins by his brothers shaking their head in despair.

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Tej stood up to address his subjects,
'I, the King of Isilwane, welcome you all to the crowning ceremony of my three sons. I have been ruling this empire during last thirty years of peace and prosperity. And, according to the custom of our society I am now at the verge of Vanaprastha, so, I chose this auspicious day to declare the duties of my sons to my dear subjects', he descended at the dias and clapped his hands twice. Three maids came forward with three golden trays carrying three different crowns.