The Other Side of the Crown 👑

Six years ago.

The palace of Vaanagiri Nadu had never been this silent.

Usually, the royal palace came alive after sunset. Servants hurried through the stone corridors, oil lamps flickered beneath carved pillars, musicians played softly in the inner courtyard, and the scent of jasmine drifted through the palace gardens.

But that night, there was only rain.

Heavy rain...

It struck the tiled roofs like thousands of restless fingers.

Inside the king's chamber, Queen Ilavenil stood beside the window, staring into the darkness.

Her hands trembled.

Behind her, King Veerapandiyan paced slowly across the chamber.

His crown lay untouched on the wooden table.

For the first time in years, the king looked afraid.

"Ilavenil..."

The queen turned.

"Enna aachu?"

Veerapandiyan looked toward the closed doors.

"Indha aranmanai-la namma ninaikkaradhu vida mosamana vishayam nadakkudhu."

Ilavenil's expression tightened.

"Neenga enna solreenga?"

The king walked closer.

"There is someone inside the palace who wants me dead."

The queen froze.

"Adha eppadi solreenga?"

Veerapandiyan reached beneath his robe and pulled out a small palm-leaf manuscript.

His voice dropped to a whisper.

"Because I found this."

Ilavenil stared at it.

"What is it?"

"Proof."

Before she could ask another question, a sound came from outside.

Footsteps...

Slow...

Measured...

Approaching the chamber.

Both of them turned toward the door.

Veerapandiyan immediately extinguished the lamp.

"Ilavenil..."

His voice was barely audible.

"Whatever happens tonight, Nila-va protect pannu."

The queen's heart stopped.

"Why are you talking like this?"

The footsteps stopped outside.

Veerapandiyan looked at her one last time.

"Because tomorrow morning..."

He swallowed.

"...I may not be here."

The doors suddenly opened.

And the palace went dark.

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Present Day...

Six years later.

Princess Nila stood alone on the eastern balcony of Vaanagiri Palace.

The same rain fell.

The same wind moved through the palace gardens.

And six years later, she still remembered that night.

Not because she had witnessed her father's death.

She hadn't.

She had been fifteen.

She had been sleeping in the women's quarters when the palace bells rang before dawn.

When she woke, her father was already dead.

The official story was simple.

The king had died in a hunting accident.

Nila had never believed it.

She looked down at the courtyard.

Hundreds of oil lamps had been lit for the annual remembrance ceremony.

Servants moved silently between them.

Tonight marked six years since King Veerapandiyan's death.

Nila tightened her fingers around the stone railing.

"Appa..."

Her voice disappeared into the wind.

"Unna naan marakkala."

A voice came from behind her.

"Princess?"

Nila turned.

Maadhavi, her lady-in-waiting, stood near the doorway.

"Everyone is waiting for you."

Nila sighed.

"Varen."

Maadhavi hesitated.

"Princess..."

"What?"

"Tonight... please don't go anywhere alone."

Nila frowned.

"Why???"

Maadhavi lowered her voice.

"Palace-la edho seri illa."

Nila stared at her.

"Unakku edhavathu theriyuma?"

"No."

"Then why are you afraid?"

Maadhavi looked toward the corridor.

"Because someone has been asking about you."

Nila's expression changed.

"Yaaru???"

"I don't know."

"Maadhavi."

"I swear, Princess. Enakku theriyadhu."

Before Nila could question her further, a palace bell rang.

Once...

Twice...

Three times...

Nila looked toward the great hall.

"The ceremony."

Maadhavi nodded.

Nila walked past her.

But before leaving, she stopped.

"Maadhavi."

"Yes, Princess?"

"If anyone asks where I am tonight..."

She looked toward the dark corridor.

"...don't tell them."

The great hall was glowing with hundreds of lamps.

At the centre stood the empty throne.

Nila's father's throne.

She hated looking at it.

Around her, ministers and nobles whispered among themselves.

Her uncle, Ilavarasan Viyanthan, stood near the throne.

He was the only person in the palace who could make Nila feel like she was still fifteen.

He smiled when she approached.

"Nila."

She bowed slightly.

"Chithappa."

"You look tired."

"I am."

"Still thinking about your father?"

Nila looked at the throne.

"Every day."

His smile faded.

"Some memories are better left buried."

Nila slowly turned toward him.

"Some memories shouldn't be buried."

For a moment, neither spoke.

Then the doors of the great hall opened.

A royal messenger entered.

He bowed before the court.

"Your Highness."

Queen Ilavenil stepped forward.

"What is it?"

The messenger held out a sealed palm-leaf letter.

"A message from Aranmozhi Nadu."

The hall immediately fell silent.

Nila's eyes narrowed.

Aranmozhi Nadu.

Their oldest rival.

Their strongest enemy.

The messenger continued.

"King Adhithan has sent a proposal."

Nila's stomach tightened.

Her mother looked at her.

"Read it."

The messenger opened the letter.

"To Her Highness Princess Nila of Vaanagiri Nadu..."

He paused.

"...King Adhithan proposes an alliance between the two kingdoms through the marriage of his son, Crown Prince Arulvendhan, to Princess Nila."

Silence.

Nila stared at him.

Then she laughed once.

Not because it was funny.

Because she couldn't believe it.

"Kalyanamaa???"

Her mother closed her eyes.

"Nila..."

"Enna Aranmozhi prince-oda kalyanam pannikanuma?"

The entire court remained silent.

Nila looked around the hall.

"Six years after my father's death, the kingdom that everyone suspects suddenly wants an alliance???"

Her voice became colder.

"Why?"

Nobody answered.

Then a deep voice came from the entrance.

"Because war is coming."

Everyone turned.

A young man stood beneath the massive stone archway.

He wore a simple cream-coloured veshti and an ivory angavastram draped across one shoulder. Gold ornaments rested against his bare chest, and his long dark hair was tied loosely behind him.

A thick, well-kept moustache framed his stern face.

His eyes were calm.

Too calm.

He walked into the hall without fear.

Nila knew immediately who he was.

Prince Arulvendhan.

The Silent Tiger.

The future king of Aranmozhi Nadu.

The man she was apparently expected to marry.

Their eyes met.

For several seconds, neither looked away.

Nila finally spoke.

"Neenga dhaan Arulvendhana?"

He stopped a few steps away.

"Yes."

"Naa ungala pathi neraya kelvi pattirukken."

His eyebrow lifted.

"Good things?"

Nila gave him a cold smile.

"Mostly bad."

A few nobles lowered their heads, hiding their reactions.

Arulvendhan didn't smile.

Instead, he looked directly into her eyes.

"Appo neenga kelvi pattadha vida mosamana aal-a irukkena... illa better-a?"

Nila stepped closer.

"Adha naan dhaan decide pannuven."

For the first time, something almost resembling amusement appeared in his eyes.

"Fair enough."

Nila's expression hardened.

"I don't want this marriage."

"I know."

That answer surprised her.

"You know?"

"I was told."

"Then why did you come?"

Arulvendhan looked around the hall.

His eyes stopped briefly on the empty throne.

Then returned to her.

"Because this marriage isn't really about marriage."

Nila's heart skipped.

"What does that mean?"

He leaned slightly closer.

His voice dropped so only she could hear.

"Ungaloda appa eppadi erandharu nu ungalukku unmaiya theriyanuma?"

Nila froze.

The world around her seemed to disappear.

The music...

The ministers...

The palace...

Everything.

Only his words remained.

She stared at him.

"Enna sonninga?"

Arulvendhan's expression became unreadable.

"I asked if you know the truth about your father's death."

Nila's fingers curled into fists.

"Unakku enna theriyum?"

He didn't answer.

Instead, he stepped back.

"Tonight, Princess..."

His eyes moved toward the darkened corridors behind her.

"...don't walk alone."

Nila stared at him.

"Why?"

For the first time, the calmness in his face disappeared.

"Because the person who killed your father..."

He paused.

"...may still be inside this palace."

And then he walked away.

Leaving Nila standing beneath the golden lamps.

For six years, she had searched for the truth.

For six years, everyone had told her that her father's death was an accident.

But tonight, for the first time...

someone had confirmed what she had always feared.

Her father had been murdered.

And the killer was still alive.

Somewhere inside her palace.

Watching her...

Waiting for her...

And perhaps...

already knowing her next move...

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To be continued...🗡️