Aimlessly, a huge sum of blood oozed out of Ritha's waist due to the deep wound and intensity of the pain was brutal for her but instead of falling down on the ground, she held the collar of masked man before she could be stabbed for the third time.
The dagger which was about to pierce Ritha's wound, stopped in midway while Luca's breaths were caught in his throat. He was struggling hard to get out of Ritha's grasp but she was adamant to make him her shield.
She knew that at this time of adversity, where she was deeply injured, fighting with armed foes would be a wrong move. She played smartly and instead of counter attacking, she opted for defense.
Leaving Luca's collar, she held his left hand and spun him with a force. Trapping his neck between her arms, she used her free hand to draw out the sword from waistband. In the process, her hands slightly brushed the wound making
Seconds which he took to cover distance between him and Ritha slipped from his conscious mind to count, yet, most crucial for him. Splashing mixed fallen blood of Aelia and his love, he reached near Rithambara and without failing for a second, he inspected her unconscious body looking for injuries.Removing her saree drapes, he found the source of bloody stream and his breath hitched seeing marred waist. Her skin was sliced open just few inches away from her spinal cord. His face scrunched up imagining the pain his wife had to go through. His eyes misted up but the hour didn't demand emotions, it demanded sanity with courage. Rain of terror drenched farthest corner of his heart and with numb mind and shaking fingers, he tore his red flowy cloak.Tying it around her waist to stop the flow of blood, he scooped her up in his arms. One of his hands clutched her shoulder while other went under her knee and t
Catering through shady and dark forest, she came near open land where bright sunlight hit her eyes which compelled her to squint them. She dared to look towards the illuminating sun and it felt being transferred into another known dimension. Her eyelids flapped and when she wasn't able to handle the intensity.White curtains, caressed by cool night breeze were the first thing which came in her vision. She blinked few times and drifted her eyeballs and saw Augustus holding her hands while his head was drooped down and it seemed like that he had fallen asleep in that uncomfortable position.Closing her eyes tightly, she tried to revoke her memory and within seconds, every detail of the dangerous event dawned upon her. She shuffled a bit and that was enough for Augutstus to sit straight.He blinked twice to escape blurness and a pleasant shock welcomed him in form of conscious Ritha. Craning his neck side wise to get rid of s
" There was celebration going on previous day, maybe she was occupied by that. " replied Marcus in bit obvious tone. Augustus knew that Marcus had once confessed his liking towards Aquila but that didn't stop him from the truth. Removing his hands from his head, he clenched his jaws, " she is appointed to look after my wife, not to lose herself in celebration and how busy was she that she didn't even come to peek a glance at her? "" Yes you're right, she should have been there. " agreeing to Augustus's point, Marcus spoke contrary to his thoughts. Nodding at his brother, Augustus looked over back at Ritha and his heart vibrated with string of placidity.Draped in a blue gown, she looked eye soothing. She wasn't wearing any of her ornaments but still, her beautiful smile compensated it. Puffy arms of her gown was actually making her look like her age. He had combed her hair and tied it in mes
Aurelius's heartbeat was rippling high through every second. It was his responsibility to keep the map safe but he failed and now his loyalty was being questioned . His shaking finger tips curved to pick up the parched yellowish paper with black lines but nothing seem suspicious to him. His mouth was dry but nonetheless he gulped down hoping that few drops of saliva could water his throat. His unsung question was heard by Augustus and he said, " While cartographer was making this false map, few drops of the ink fell on side corner leaving behind a stain but map which we have over here has no such stain which means that someone has replaced it. "" False map?" exclaimed Aurelius. Apart from this word, nothing registered in his mind. Everything was muddled and puzzled over here. What did Augustus meant by false map?" I never gave you my original map of the secret tunnel. " These ordinary words of Augustu
The aroma of wine was mixed with seriousness while the gentlemen kept discussing about the tactics for hours. Afterall, it was about Rome and everything needed to be taken care of without missing out on any point. After sipping his expensive wine, King Atticus asked, " Now that we know that war is about to start in full force, when should we take our army out? "" You see, father, this war is a bit different. Every army's sole purpose is to conquer Rome with ease. Our strong enemies like Naples, Latina and Sicily are located in South side. If estimated, then Naples and Sicily would fight against each other. The best out of them would step closer to Rome. Therefore, we don't need to worry about them. Now talking about Latina, which is closest to Rome, has most of the advantages. "( though it's a modern map, I used it to give a clear cut picture to
Clearing his throat at such an uninvited question, Marcus looked at Rithambara to weigh the seriousness of the matter and to his dismay, her eyes were seized on his face. Since it was afternoon now, sun rays were diverted from their original position. In order to seek the warmth in such an uncomfortable situation, Marcus moved his chair towards sunlight and once again cleared his throat. The only fragile sound dominating the room was Justus's soft snores. Though the question was void of any philosophy or difficulty, Marcus still didn't have any particular answers of it.Since he couldn't come up with a fitting reply, he did the smartest thing he could and instead of answering her question, he threw a question back, " What makes you ask this? " Through Marcus's tensed body posture and a counter question, Rithambara was certain that this particular question had
' Your mother isn't dead Marcus. "Marcus never knew that a sentence, a mere sentence could make one's heart drop in stomach with a thud. His head was spinning like a merry go round and he held on the arm of the wooden chair for steadiness. He could feel coldness dominating his veins and the heaviness he felt while uttering next word, ' huh ' was inexplicable. Instead of replying to his 'huh' she immersed her concentrated orbs in his. The pause which followed was oh so dramatic! Marcus's heartbeats were dropping down by each and every passing second ." I mean she's always with you in your journey as a blessing whether you become the king OR not. She'll support you whatever you do." Marcus was expecting worse to come, therefore, it took few minutes to understand what Ritha actually meant."Huh...umm.. Yes, yes, true, your highness. " his mind was too numb to ac
I so wanted to post the trailer of IQRC over here but couldn't because wattpad isn't allowing me. So, you can follow me on instagram -JumbledSymphony and watch it. I hope the ones who have watched it, liked my first attempt. 😊😊Evening was blur for her with medicus giving zillions of herbs and advices. Now, she was resting alone on the bed with Justus sleeping in another cot.Unable to sleep, her tumid blackberry eyes were gazing out ahead, acutely. Steady breaths were inflating and deflating her bossom like rhyming poem while she laid there in half sitting position.The morning was long gone tourer, afternoon was like subsided sea wave, orangish glow of evening had ebbed away leaving behind eerie or maybe serene night. With the help of a maid, she had changed to a hand embroidered pale gown whose frilly net rested few inches above her hil