Episode 1

Year 1305, Norindra Korak Kingdom.

The beautiful young woman sat by the window, gazing at her garden as the last light of day faded. Her thoughts drifted far away, heavy with longing.

"It's almost late evening," she murmured. "I hope he'll be back before dark."

The Queen was waiting patiently for her husband to come back from war and her husband was the king of the kingdom.

A few months ago the Peaceful kingdom got disturb once again by the war, which make the ruler take his action immediately. The king had gather all minister and general for a meeting to resolve the problem and prepare War strategy, then he led the army call Norindrak Army to the war. The war last for several months.

The king used his tactic, the war is not his first time, he went to battlefield when he was just 13 years old. Until now he went in many war and mostly got victory. This time is not different he even join the

battle himself.

Until Just a few days a go the royal house hold had announced about the king got his victory and he will return to the kingdom in three day, and now it's the day he will return. The queen had all the servant to prepare the royal residence and well prepare bath and food for the king.

After the duty, the queen had bath and dress she also well prepare to welcome the king. By the late evening the queen still waiting for the king to return.

Latter, A gentle knock came at the door.

"Your Majesty, the King has arrived. He is on his way here."

Her eyes widened for a moment before she steadied herself.

"I see. Have we prepared everything?" The queen ask the maid again to make sure everything was well

prepared.

"Yes, Your Majesty. Everything is well prepared."

"Very Good. Then we should go and wait for the King."

She rose gracefully, followed by her attendants as they hurried toward the royal entrance.

At the capital, excitement swept through the palace like wind through a field. The war had dragged on for months, yet at last the King had returned victorious—defender of his land and his people.

Outside, the royal guards' voices rang through the night.

"The King has returned with victory!"

The crowd erupted in joy. People waved and cheered as their sovereign rode past on his great black horse—the same beast that had carried him into battle.

King Mohara Norindra, ruler of Norindra Korak

Kingdom, looked every inch the monarch: tall,

commanding, proud.

His armor concealed much of his face, but his people recognized the strength and calm in his bearing.

Raising one hand, he acknowledged them with the poise of a true ruler.

When he reached the royal courtyard, he dismounted with quiet ease. Waiting for him at the gate was his queen.

The sky had darkened, light rain was pouring and torchlight flickered against the rain. The King handed his horse to the stableman and strode forward,

his armor gleaming beneath the wet flame-light.

The King is back... Her heart raced. I don't know if it's excitement or nerves. But I know one thing—I'm glad he's home.

Malis Holding an umbrella, she walked forward through the drizzle. Her hands trembled slightly, but her posture remained serene and elegant. When she reached him, she bowed deeply.

"Your Majesty, I'm so glad to see you return," she said softly. "Welcome home, my King, and congratulations on your victory. You have protected our land once again. You must be exhausted—please, allow me to hold the umbrella for you."

Her hands shook as she lifted it over him.

"I'm glad you are well, my queen," he replied, his voice deep and steady.

Follow behind were Ministers and nobles, they stepped forward to pay their respects.

"Congratulations on your return, Your Majesty. We are grateful for your protection."

"Welcome home, Your Majesty."

He inclined his head. "Thank you for waiting. You may all rest now—you have worked hard in my absence. We will meet again the next day."

Then The king turn to his men who assisted him from the war " Generals and Commanders, you all allow to go back home and see your family now "

Generals and Commanders show their respect and bow before the king. "We truly thankful your majesty."

When the ministers and generals withdrew, he turned back to the queen.

"My queen, let me hold that."

The tone of his voice sent a shiver down her spine. Then the king took the umbrella from her, he held it above them both as they walked toward the palace doors. The royal servants and royal bodyguards

followed.

"Let's go," he said quietly. Just that the King walking without baiting an eyes or say anything else to his wife, and put on his stern face that he normally have.

Malis bit her lips, but she got used to that, a side from that, now the king was helding the umbrella for them both, Her face warmed, uncertain whether it was love or duty that made her heart flutter.

Inside, the royal maids had already prepared the bath.

"Your Majesty, the bath is ready."

"Please come in and rest," she said.

"Good." The king went inside the bath room.

The bathroom glowed softly with candlelight. The scent of flowers lingered in the air, and warm water filled the great marble tub, scattered with rose petals and oils.

The queen remained nearby, she and the royal guards carefully removed the King's heavy armor.

The armor is so heavy. She thought. I can't imagine how hard it must be for him.

For the king only those the King trusts may touch his royal amore and that’s why the queen was there to help him too.

When the amore was gone, the queen help untie the other royal outfit. Her hands trembled slightly, yet she kept her composure. She wrapped a large towel around his waist once the attire was gone.

When the towel was secured, the king sat down and the queen poured warm water, and she gently let it run over his shoulders. After that the King stepped into the bath, sinking into the perfumed water.

The maids bowed and quietly left, leaving only the King and the Queen, as tradition required.

Kneeling beside the tub, she took the natural soap and began to wash his back.

This will take some time—not because he's unclean, but because he deserves care and rest. His body... it's strong, his back so broad compared to my small hands.

He closed his eyes, the room filled only with the sound of rippling water and the faint perfume of flowers.

After a long silence, his deep voice broke the stillness.

"How is the prince doing?"

...To Be Continued...

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