Ivaan's eyes narrowed, looking at the kit in his hand "Perhaps, I should... just maybe.......... listen to you" he murmured, " but what can I say.......I prefer tending to wounds that cut deeper than flesh."
Indu stood her ground. "You're trying to...
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Kingdom of Rana
The afternoon sun cast a warm, dappled light across the palace garden as Princess Anya sought solace under a grand old tree, offering a temporary escape, taking a rare moment of respite after the busy morning and afternoon. The sweet scent of jasmine filled the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of the freshly prepared lunch that had just been served and the rest sent to the others as prasad. The maids, having finished their tasks, lingered nearby, their chatter filled with admiration for the man who had so unexpectedly charmed them.
Varun, the advisor to the fearsome Prince Ivaan, was known for his strategic brilliance and intimidating demeanor. But today, had surprised everyone with his willingness to help prepare the meal. His hands, more accustomed to drafting strategies and wielding power, had moved deftly through the kitchen, assisting with the preparation of the sacred offerings.
His demeanor, which was stern and intimidating, had softened as he worked alongside the maids and Anya, offering kind words and gentle smiles as he walked through the garden, there was something different about him—something softer, more approachable. He nodded politely to the maids, his smile warm and charming. "Good work, ladies," he praised them, his voice smooth and unhurried.
"I hope the day hasn’t been too tiring." The man who had once seemed so distant and fearsome had revealed a different side of himself.
As he spoke, the maids exchanged glances, clearly charmed by this new side of the advisor. Neha, the boldest among them, couldn’t help but whisper to the others, "Who would have thought Advisor Varun of the great Virata could be so……… down-to-earth? He seemed so different today." Anya observed Varun from the distance as she saw the maids swoon over him.
"Princess Anya," he greeted her, his voice as smooth and composed as ever, but with a warmth that hadn’t been there before. "I hope the temple lunch was prepared to your satisfaction."
Anya looked up at him, her expression guarded despite the polite smile she wore. The forced alliance between their kingdoms had left a bitter taste in her mouth, and though she was trying to be cordial, there was still resentment in her heart. "It was," she replied, her tone cool. "Thank you for your help. It was... unexpected."
Varun smiled, though he detected the undercurrent of tension in her words. "It was my pleasure, Princess. The temple lunch is an important offering for you after all, and I was honored to be of service."
He inclined his head respectfully. "Princess Anya, I hope I’m not intruding. The garden seemed like a much-needed escape from the formalities of the royal hall."
"Not at all," she replied, gesturing to the bench beside her. "Do, join me."
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