Past pov
"Pitaji...." I had encountered him coincidently a day ago while wandering in the royal garden pretending to be a servant, as I was not allowed to be outdoors. Princesses were supposed to remain indoors, that is what I had been told.
It was a little secret I held while wandering near the lush green grass and the little buds that bloomed. Sitting the under the tree while reading the book that I had borrowed from the library. It did take some time to honey coat the royal librarian. He was my second favorite person in the palace. All it took was to tempt him with those juicy rasgullas.
The walls whispered harsh words that would make me surrender and week for hours alone, missing my mother and questioning my purpose. The reason I had been living, when I had been alone since the very beginning. Meera treated me like her own, and I was thankful for that, but deep inside me these bubbling questions couldn't leave my head alone.
The grass, the sun, the sky, the birds, and the trees brought a new morning into my life. It was a doorway, an escape to my freedom. Sitting there I learned how to read and write with the help of the royal librarian, finding a purpose while living thousand lives just by living one. Believing one day, my Rajkumar will come riding on his horse and bring my freedom to me.
Marching back to my chamber, I saw Pitaji. It had been two years since I had seen him last. I had been strictly instructed to not come to his notice. He was smiling at the roses planted. He smiled! The sight was indeed shocking. Never once in my life I had seen him smile, yet alone seen him so calm.
Suddenly, it felt like I had been caught trespassing when our eyes met. The feeling sent daggers to my heart and a shiver down my spine. Without wasting a second, I bolted back to my chamber, the last time I ever saw him.
That night I tugged the comforter down my head curling up feeling numb. At that moment I felt someone's rough hand on my head. It was not Meera's hand, I recognized her touch, this touch felt insecure yet warm, maybe something I had craved my entire life. A father's love.
"Hume क्षमा kar dejiye. Alvida."
It felt like a whisper, unreal and a dream. Before I could help tears were streaming down my eyes. That day, I silently wept to my heart's content, not able to forget that moment.
Our kingdom had been defeated, the news had been going ear to ear. Shutting my ears, and hugging my knees I silently chanted words that would calm me down.
That day everything changed. In reality there was no prince charming or the so-called Rajkumar of my dreams that riding on a magical horse was supposed bring my freedom along. It was always me. I was the prince.
I was the main character, no prince was coming to save me, I myself had to seek my freedom.
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This is set in the past time line where the fl was 14 years old, so her thoughts can be seen differing time to time.
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