The crown
My silence that night was heavier than the celebrations of the kingdom. The responsibility from which I was running away for all of my life has finally captured me.
The crown, the position of the king it suffocates me. For all of my life I hated the man who wore it. But now I was bounded for this duty.
I hope my father Raja keshavendra pratap varma who I never wanted to think of should pass away, he is the eternal reason of me and my mother suffering.
I don’t know when I drifted into sleep with all of these thoughts bulking in my head. I woke up to the noise of the attendee announcing my mothers arrival.
Both of my mothers entered into my chamber, gave me their blessings and asked how I was doing.
Rani Vasundara pratap varma, the first wife of my father, even though she didn’t gave birth to me, she always treated me as her child.
She is always a mother like figure to me. My mother Vaidehi Pratap Varma sat beside me to make up my mind about the decision.
Even if I wanted to obey them, my hate towards my so called father is speaking louder than my mother love.
