I never really had a plan after that—I always thought about the family I had.
This sense of being I always had—this emptiness—I never really had a problem with it. Seven months till the sacrifice, two months before the coronation—till they will to come to this so called palace, but I really see it for what it is—a cage.
I will never see their faces—I have to leave tomorrow, traveling to this island everyone knows.
I reminisce—a month ago, I left that little thatched hut, with only one room where we built, with our own hands—mud and twigs—away from any near settlement—lest we be chased away.
I meet Vihaan—as I walked around this palace.
“Walk with me“
I keep walking. He catches up with me. I ask him a simple question. “How do you feel, my prince“
His face has the word forlorn on his face. He cannot answer—but he chooses to.
“I-I-I think we had mo-o-re time“
He stammers—I answer him.
“I never had time, prince—I never did“
“Did you think my actions was too much—prince—the throne is already yours, how it was taken is not my problem. You will marry my sister—have trust in your Mamu he wouldn’t be in his position right now without sacrifice wouldn’t it “
I keep walking as I leave the prince—now king—behind.
I return to my room contemplating what could have been—what could never happen.
I keep quiet. I wait for the morning to come. I soothe.
The morning comes—no rooster in the palace—no servants in this room—I chuckle.
I dress myself with the finest silk and jewelry—once things I never really thought I could touch in this life—they provided, delivered by a scared maid who looked like she was going to soil herself—how funny—so I smile.
She bursts into tears as I walk past her—leaving the room.
I walk past the king’s uncle as he greets me with an entourage of attendants behind him—I could just imagine their fearful faces.
I walk right in front of the vehicle provided.
“Hold up the end of your bargain“
I allow myself to let go of restraint for a second—my mana is felt—my power shown.
I turn and look at him—directly right at his eyes—his eyes show no lie and betrayal just fear.
He prostrates himself, his followers follow his lead as I enter the vehicle and leave the scene behind.
“Time—huh“
