Ep 5
*a sudden knock on the door*
*after a few minutes, another knock*
Devraj
nngh....
*sitting on the floor, with his head rested on his head on the bed*
Devraj
mmmhhh.... *frowning and scrunching his face*
...who is it?
*in an annoyed slurred speech*
the guard from outside : Your Highness, it's time to attend the celebration.
Devraj
*burying his head against his arm on the bed*
What celebration?
The guard speaks from outside : Your Highness, the celebration is to commemorate His Majesty's joyous decision regarding your marriage.
Devraj
*mumbling* celebration...celebration...
*suddenly shouting, he stands up*
CELEBRATION THIS! CELEBRATION THAT!!
Devraj
You people are rejoicing my RUIN!!
*grabs a brass sculpture from a nearby table and throws it at the door. The sculpture bangs loudly against the door and falls on the ground with a loud thud, filling the entire room with a shrill noise.*
Devraj
*still standing near the bed facing the door. Panting heavily as the adrenaline rush slowly goes down.*
...haah...hff....
Devraj
.... *after a moment of silence*
I guess it's Father's order.
the guard from outside the door: Yes, Your Highness.
Devraj
Hahaha...*inhales deeply through his mouth*
...
Right...of course..
Devraj
Go!! And inform 'His Majesty' that I'll be arriving in a moment.
the guard bows outside the door: Yes, Your Highness.
*walks away, heading towards the Royal Hall*
Devraj
*slowly walks to the door. Opens the door and looks outside, No one is there in the entire hallway*
Devraj
*closes the door and walks inside when the sculpture on the floor catches his notice*
Devraj
*sigh*
*stoops and picks up the sculpture from the floor and makes it stand*
I'm sorry...
*mumbles under his breath*
*Devraj looks around his room, everything dishevelled and disoriented. A proof of his voiceless outburst from last night*
Devraj
hahhhh... *exhales deeply and finally heads to the bath*
*the King and Queen of MahendraDwar are sitting on their thrones*
*Ela and her parents are seated a little away in their respective seats, specifically meant for Royal guests*
*The hall is bustling with courtiers and ministers. Servants bringing in delicacies and beverages for all.*
Devraj
*Devraj walks inside the Royal Hall, in his royal attire. Who would say that the same man was crushing under his suffering just last night.*
Devraj
*nods at the ministers and others as he walks by them, a pleasant smile present on his handsome face*
Ela
*Flicks a smile at Devraj*
Devraj
*Devraj's face immediately turns stoic as his gaze intentionally avoids hers*
....
....
*he quickly ascends his throne between the King and the Queen*
Ela's mother : *quirks an eyebrow* What was that...?
Ela
*to her mother*
I think he's shy.
Ela's mother : Shy? Looked like he didn't want to look at you, Ela.
Ela
*tilting her head looks at her Mother*
Ma...look at me. What man wouldn't want to look at Me?? Don't say such ridiculous things.
Ela's mother : *smiling* Right, my dear. Maybe I was thinking too much. He's lucky to have you.
Ela
*smirking, slides a lock of hair from her face*
Hmph, right...
The King
*seated on his throne, announces*
I know, all of you present here are extremely happy regarding Prince Devraj's marriage with Princess Ela. That's why I've arranged for this celebration to increase your rejoicement ten folds!!
*the ministers and courtiers smile and nod hearing the King's words. They relish in the delicacies and the pleasant atmosphere*
The Queen
*slightly towards Devraj*
Where were you all morning?
Devraj
*not looking at his mother*
I was busy.
The Queen
busy? *quirks an eyebrow*
Were you reading again?
Devraj
*frowning a little*
...no.
The Queen
Then writing, huh?
Devraj
*his frown intensifies slightly*
No.
The Queen
Hff...*putting her hand on his shoulder*
Dev, whatever were you busy with? From now on, you should spend time to get to know Princess Ela....
Devraj
*unbeknownst to the Queen, a hint of sadness flashes on Devraj's face*
...
Devraj
Ma... *turns his face towards his mother*
The Queen
hmm? What is it, my child?
*gently pats his shoulder*
Devraj
Ma...*his heart churns painfully, his entire soul wailing to cry out to his mother like a baby boy. His throat feels drenched*
The Queen
Dev...is everything alright?
*her eyebrows slightly furrow with worry*
*she gently caresses her son's face, forgetting the presence of the people around*
Devraj
*suddenly all clarity rushes to his mind, he grabs his mother's hand on his face*
Haha... actually I was just feeling a little unwell last night. That's why I was sleeping all morning.
The Queen
*looking at Devraj, observing his expressions*
Really?
Devraj
Yes, Ma. I'm sorry for lying. I wasn't busy at all.
*laughs casually*
The Queen
*smiling, pulls away her hand*
Hmm..how you worry me...
The King
ahem ....*clears his throat signalling the Queen and Devraj*
The Queen
*smiles softly at the King*
It's nothing, please carry on...
The King
*turning his head to the people*
Well then~ Let's begin the celebrations~
*raises his hand*
*all the Ministers and Courtiers give out a joyous murmur of agreement*
*The musicians start playing their instruments, filling the entire Royal Hall with soft music. The people present nod their heads, enjoying the atmosphere*
The King
*turns his face to the Queen, smiling*
The Queen
*smiles back at the King*
Devraj
....
*closing his eyes exhales deeply.*
*While everyone is enjoying the bustling music and glittery atmosphere of the Royal Hall, Devraj seems to have gotten lost in a silent solitude even when between the presence of hundreds of souls. The people, the lights, everything is a blur, the music a distant sound as if he's drowning in a well of unknown grief.*
*ignorant of his pain, the celebration goes on*
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