The wind doesn't wait for it's admirer, Time never beholds itself for someone, Water never stagnates itself on it's own, Fire starts and ends with a desire to generate & take them back along with itself. Power never waits, Power never stops.
Neither the Power of the Throne awaits, one or another has to lead to pave the way for all, a leader, A King. After the demise of the beloved mighty king of Ksatrapala, his better half had to take power in her hands to ensure the compliance of the Kingdom foundationed by many generations of the family for a thousand of decades. This continued till their one and only son, the successor of the kingdom, the heir came back from the most profound Gurukul as a worthy, mighty Prince, Prince of Kshatrapala, Prince Arvin.
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The weight of sorrow of his father's absence on the day he once longed so dearly for still clunged to the silk of Arvin’s robes as he stepped onto the palace balcony. At only twenty one years old, the weight of a fracturing empire had crashed onto his shoulders before his father's pyre had even turned to cold embers. Below him, thousands of eyes looked up, searching the face of their new Samrat for any sign of weakness. Arvin did not flinch; instead of what everybody expected, the fierce, untamed fire of his youth burned brightly in his dark eyes showing no misery. He slowly traced the ruby-encrusted hilt of his father's sword, ready to consume any enemy who mistook his youth for his vulnerability.
He took a sigh collecting himself and slowly aligned his face upwards to the people of his kingdom, to the people he serves. The kingdom saw their Prince, the long lost prince for a sum of Eighteen years who now looks identical to the past king's youth, the fierce and commanding eyes, stern brows, chiseled and mighty clenched jaw, and the subtle ghost of a smile, the smile that showed assurance of safety and fear both at once.
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That is Arvin for youuu. Reviews??
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