As the prince strolled back from the serene pond that afternoon, an electrifying buzz echoed through the palace grounds, signaling the onset of a grand feast.
The air crackled with anticipation, and Prince Raibod couldn't shake off the thrill coursing through him as he realized his companions were orchestrating a spectacular celebration once again. It was to be expected, after all, that was the lone objective of coming to this territory in the first place. A chance to cheer and indulge, away from those stuffy and stick-in-the-mud noblemen and ministers. His friends were all about partying and social festivities, considering that is how he had hand-picked them himself. It was all they could think about and he was one of them not long ago.
Emerging from the enchanting forest, the prince hadn't ventured far when the lively spectacle unfolded before him. He could sense the celebratory commotion even from the jungle area. As he was fighting an internal urge to skip the whole thing and leave straight for his bed-chamber, he saw some people racing toward him, and he recognized two of them right away.
Two of his closest confidants, the distinguished nobles Kadal and Homan, sprinted towards him with an air of urgency. Kadal, the elder statesman, bore the weight of his family's influential legacy, while the spirited Homan, a newer companion, brought a contagious energy to the prince's inner circle.
Kadal was his childhood friend, as his father was one of the influential courtiers, and with considerable property, he was considered one of the richest and most powerful ministers in the capital. Homan, on the other hand, was mostly tactful and good in friendship. A foxy noble youngster with an indescribable thirst for beautiful women with prominent breasts.
Homan, a social butterfly with an insatiable appetite for the fairer sex, would navigate the palace with a constant entourage of alluring women. His charisma and inherited business acumen swiftly endeared him to Prince Raibod, forging an unbreakable bond. Homan was an abiding cue of the prince's fascination with love affection and desire, and Kadal wasn’t much of a difference in that area. And these two were constantly at his disposal.
As Prince Raibod observed their approach, his mind raced to find a suitable response, a dance of words to conceal the mysteries veiled within. He didn’t want them to uncover his new heaven and disturb his new-found hobby.
Caught in a moment of contemplation, the prince became acutely aware of the state of his attire – stained with mud and dampened by the forest's dew. However, Kadal's exuberant voice shattered the silence, resonating through the air, "Your majesty! Where were you, my liege?"
The announcement drew the attention of the accompanying ladies, their eyes alight with recognition of the young Prince in an instant. Homan, ever the diplomat, stepped forward, bowing gracefully, "My liege! We were concerned for your well-being! Where were you all this time? Why your attire is in this state of sorrow? Is my liege unharmed?"
In response to his compassionate expression, the prince offered a restrained smile, replying tersely, "Yes, I was just enjoying a light sojourn in the woods by myself. Nothing too surprising, just a nice blissful promenade till I merely tripped and fell on the grass. As you can see I’m in one piece and healthy as a horse! It may have tarnished my outfit, though."
Homan, ever the tactician, continued with finesse, "Ah! Your Majesty, Ever a devotee of aerobic pursuits and wholesome ventures into nature! I’m so jealous of your resolute essence! I'm sure you reveled in the untamed beauty of the forest. It’s always a pleasure to be around such an amazing warrior"
The prince nodded in acknowledgment, trying hard to show a preferable appreciation for Homan’s dedicated flattery. The young man, however, seizing the opportunity, gestured towards the assembled company of ladies, "In your absence, we've meticulously arranged everything for tonight's banquet, including some esteemed guests. We are poised for an evening of extraordinary merriment indeed!"
With a sly chuckle, Homan leaned in, as if he was attempting to whisper something "And I must emphasize, special guests," subtly indicating a young lady who had remained silent until that opening.
Prince Raibod's gaze met the captivating beauty before him and her charm managed to capture his attention instantly. Her cascading pitch-black hair, lilac long dress, and radiant demeanor tempted him, triggering a vague recollection. Kadal, sensing the prince's silent inquiry, intervened, "Your majesty, as you may recall, these enchanting muses graced your arrival banquet!"
A lightning bolt of memory struck Raibod – the woman in red from the square, her mesmerizing dance etched in his mind. She possessed an irresistible allure, an enticing charm that had entranced all but him during the arrival festivities.
Unlike the slave woman he saw in the pond this morning, this ravishing woman was absolutely intoxicating. Her appearance was sensational as well as permeated flair and elegance.
“It is so unfair calling them equally women!?” His mind suddenly had a reminiscence of that bony creature bathing in the pond along with other slaves.
“That poor excuse of a woman was just the opposite sex, nothing more. And she sure had nothing worthwhile offering men. Her thin mortal figure, hollow breasts, sunken cheeks, and her face. To be fair her face wasn’t that bad, but not like this chaste lady whose skin vivids like the softness of flowers.” He contemplated briefly, trying hard to only concentrate on the person standing in his presence.
That slave woman was standing in the middle of the river like a tall dude and screaming so ever unrefined. She was resembling a horrifying monster from fairy tales that was fit only to scare kids. Of course, one should not expect much from such ruffians like that. She was a miserable slave after all; It is befitting to pity such poor creatures.
“And they called her Sor! Absurd! Sor! Meaning Festivity and Joice! Such an unbefitting name for a wild roaring animal. It is not even close! A beast like her should be called something sturdy! Something like sore, bore! or better yet boar!”
The funny notion, made the young prince giggle, and Homan pleased with himself for introducing such a great catch to his Highness, took a step back to give them some privacy to get to know each other better. The prince managed to forget his endeavor in the forest momentarily and took his time eyeing the beautiful girl.
He could definitely have a good time with this lovely lady, and seeing she was standing on her feet, waiting for the prince, soon to be his man to utter the first word, meant she possessed dignity and serenity above all. A shrewd crafty one wasn’t his cup of tea either, and rathered women to be discreet and submissive naturally. It’s a relief he didn’t have to deal with the kind of hers, the slave woman. Who don’t recognize boundaries and are inclined to cross the line, left and right, for their own pathetic benefit no less!
Although striving to convince his mind to dismiss the earlier encounter as an irrelevant blip, he was still fighting a ghost residing in his consciousness.
“To think! That slave beast had the audacity to put her foot in my grandfather's holy pond without permission and was treating herself to the pure glistening water.”
As Raibod's mind was analyzing the situation, he suddenly realized something. Although the tall woman wanted others to be silenced, and not make noises, she was the worst of them. In fact, she could be considered their leader, and now that he thought about it clearly, she must have been the one who had brought the others to the lake to begin with. He specifically heard her telling others that she was the one who discovered that lake before anyone else and guided them there consequently!
"What was she thinking?" muttered the prince. “Ah! Leave it! I have decided to forgive them after all! It's not worth dwelling over it anymore, just let it go already!"
Homan, ever the inquisitor, probed, "Did you say something, my liege?" Raibod, snapping out of his reverie, declared, "Ah! Nothing! I was lost in thought, my dear ladies!"
Turning his attention to the gorgeous damsel, the prince inquired, "What is the name of this enchanting lady?"
The young woman, with poise, bowed and spoke with a hearty tone, "I am Misa, your Highness! A Pleasure to meet you, your majesty!"
Extending his hand, the prince graciously accepted a kiss on
the back of his hand, marked by the red imprint of her lips.
Raibod, enchanted by Misa's humility, laughed, and replied "I am equally delighted to make your acquaintance, Mrs. Sor!"
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