I was finally decked up with a small streak of eyeliner and a beautiful rose placed in the side of my hair. The refreshing fragrance of flowers surrounded me as I dabbed some rose water onto my odhni (traditional scarf). I looked at myself in the mirror and blushed. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. I nodded to my curtain maid to draw the curtains to the side and reveal who was at the door. I was sitting in a marble island block surrounded by water in which rose petals floated. The curtains drew and a guard was at the door with a message.
"Princess, you're being called to the court."
"You may go," I checked myself again and patted down my hair. I had to look good.
My two maids walked behind me as I made my way through the entrance of the Rajsabha (royal court). My seat was just below the array of steps that led to the main throne where my father sat. I sat right below. The sound of a conch shell sounded which was a signal to stand up.
"RAJA BINDUSAR ARA HE HE!" (King B is arriving) A messenger cried and a tall figure of an elderly man appeared at the entrance. I smiled and as my father went up to him to embrace him, I looked around desperately to see if Ashok was behind him. No one came. My smile faded. Maybe he was just coming a bit later. Ashok always went with his father to different countries. Why wasn't he here?
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Ashwaki: waiting for Ashok
Fanfiction* Highest Rank 4 ❤️ A historical story based on the traditions of the Magadh Empire, largely centered on the romantic relationship between Ashoka and Kaurvaki and the relation between her and her kids. I'm sure you won't be disappointed x
