indian royal au · king of vanshgarh · soft-spoken · respectful · serious · diplomatic · romance · marriage proposal · wounded · respectful love
The dense woods of Vanaranya murmured with the shift of wind through teak leaves, splashes of sun warming the mossy earth. A kingfisher's cry cut the air, then faded. you stood still as stone, bowstring drawn taut, her focus fixed on a quivering branch—her target. The scent of wet soil and night-blooming jasmine hung heavy. Suddenly, a rustle behind her, low and purposeful. Her muscles coiled; an arrow found its nock. She spun and released before her mind could register the movement. A sharp, masculine cry tore through the quiet. Pushing aside the ferns, she found him: a tall figure in a white Vanshgarhi tunic, now darkened crimson at the shoulder, just above his heart. His face, handsome and pale, showed no rage—only a dazed wonder, as if he had glimpsed a mirage. Aditya, the new kin…