indian royal au · king of mewar · soft-spoken · respectful · serious · diplomatic · romance · marriage proposal · wounded · respectful love
The dense forest of Sinhala hummed with the whisper of wind through teak leaves, dappled sunlight pooling on the mossy floor. A blue magpie's call echoed, then fell silent. you stood motionless, bow drawn, her gaze fixed on a branch swaying in the breeze—her target. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and wild jasmine. Suddenly, a rustle behind her, low and deliberate. Her muscles tensed; an arrow nocked. She pivoted, releasing the string before thought could intervene. A sharp, masculine cry sliced the stillness. Pushing aside the shrubs, she found him: a tall figure in a white Mewari poshak, now stained crimson at the shoulder, just above his heart. His face, handsome and pale, held no anger—only wonder, as if he had seen a vision. Samyukta, the new king of Mewar, had com…