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In the tranquil pond, two swans shared a tender embrace, a living symbol of love. Yet, their peaceful moment was soon disrupted by the gentle splash of water and the rhythmic melody of ghungroos. Amidst this harmonious joy, laughter echoed, adding to the scene's enchanting beauty.

"Hame Maf krna!! {Forgive me!}" The beauty chuckled, playfully hiding behind their hands as they continued their mischief, splashing water while seated on the steps of the ghat. Lotus flowers danced along the gentle waves they created.

"Shehzade Taehyung, there you are! The maids are searching for you; it's time for your bath. Afterwards, you'll be joining the elites and His Royal Highness for a horse ride!" A maid rushed over to Prince Taehyung, her panting words conveyed the urgency of the matter.

"Fret not, lady Khushi, and accept my heartfelt apologies for inconveniencing you and the other maids without my needed presence" Prince Taehyung apologized by softly holding her hands.

"Shehzade! It is our duty to attend to your needs; need not apologies. Please, hasten and get into your bath. Your attendants await your presence." Khushi said while offering back a smile.

Soon Taehyung appeared near the bathing pool draped in a thin white saree, ready to get wet in the water, some of his attendants harbored envy by his etherealness, while others were simply captivated.

"Mujhe samajh hi nai ata, apko itni sundarta milli kahan se? shehzade {I can't even understand, from where you derived such beauty, my prince}" Sai asked Taehyung, who's cheeks glowed a pink tint, even after listening this on a regular basis.

"And who dares to make such a claim?" Taehyung said as he gently sat down on the water, wetting his garments.

Sai just chuckled and singled the other maids to bring the essentials.

{sorry if using Saipallavi offends anyone!}

"Shehzade, if its not to much to ask, can you tell me more about how it feels when you are away from your homeland? I mean you travelled alott right?" Sai asked, while splashing her feet in water, unlike everyone, only Sai was the one who truly treated Taehyung like a friend, and not just a part of royalty.

Taehyung replied with a smile that warmed the heart, saying, "Next time, ensure your belongings are prepared, for you shall accompany me on my journeys to foreign lands."

After his bath, Taehyung dressed himself. Beauty meant no distraction to him; rather, it was a means to enhance one's inherent features, and it dependedupon folks whether they want to enhance it or keep it natural, a belief staunchly upheld by the Maharaja himself. None dared to speak against him, for despite Taehyung's charming appearance and petite stature, his presence exuded a dominating aura that hushed any dissenting voices.

{Tae's attire accept the long hair}}
{Wae the fuck i can't find any good inspo pic}

"Pitaji!" Taehyung uttered with a wide grin ans he extended towards his father, all the other elites and nobles standing from their seats and bowing at their shezade's presence

"Aiye! mere shehzade, ham apke padharne ka hi intezaar kr rhe the {Come my prince! we were waiting for your arrival only" The Maharja uttered as Taehyung slightly hugged him and ascended to his horse.

"My splendid champion!" declared Taehyung, his hand caressing his horse's head, Khyab. 

"Sai, fetch me her jewelry swiftly. I wish to adorn my beloved girl." It is always Taehyung who adorns Khyab.

The queen, recognizing the unparalleled grace and allure of her son, Taehyung, personally presented him with a magnificent steed named Khyab. It was a creature of exceptional elegance and spirit, its majestic form a reflection of Taehyung's own captivating presence. With each stride, Khyab seemed to echo the prince's elegant demeanor, creating a harmonious union of beauty and strength that captivated all who beheld them together.

After everything was set, the elite's horses began to trot, soon picking up their pace. If Taehyung was to be honest, he never liked hunting with the royals, killing innocent animals was something he despised. Soon after, when the royals got engrossed with their hunting and chasing after a poor stag, Taehyung, wearing a look of disgust, quietly rode away from the group, unnoticed by any.

With a gentle chuckle, he and Khyab slipped away in the opposite direction, the gentle breeze caressing his face, while the earthy scent of damp soil and floral nectar calmed his senses. He took a deep breath, his eyes being closed and accelerated. The sound of Khyabs hoofs, where very rhythmic for Taehyung to hear.

They soon halted at a visible river. Bodies of water have always stirred his excitement. The flowing waters encouraged him to find tranquility within, yet also taught him to reveal his true fury when necessary.

In the stillness of the moment, a sense of clarity washed over him, a reminder of his own strength and resilience. The river, with its timeless wisdom, whispered secrets of courage and determination, urging him to stand firm in the face of adversity.

Khyab leaned gracefully toward the river, thirsting for its cool waters, while Taehyung reclined upon the soft grass, encircled by blossoms that stirred a desire to weave a garland.

Just as he reached out to pluck a flower, a wounded falcon descended from the skies, landing unexpectedly in his lap, leaving him utterly astonished.

"Oh my! What's amiss, poor creature..." Taehyung murmured softly as he gently scooped up the injured falcon, taking care not to startle the bird. He observed the falcon's injured wings with concern.

Filled with concern, he tore a piece of his saree and tenderly bandaged the bird's wound. As it regained consciousness, he offered it some nuts from Khyab's provisions and a drink of water. Gradually, the falcon became more alert, its senses attuned to its surroundings. Taehyung felt a twinge of uneasiness at the fierce yet captivating presence of the bird. Suddenly, it pulled a note tied to its foot, and with a swift motion, he tossed it into the water before soaring away into the sky.

The bird's actions startled him, causing him to instinctively clutch his chest. Once the falcon departed, he gingerly retrieved the note, offering a silent prayer to avoid any repercussions for reading a letter meant for another.

But what was written inside made his heart tingle with a thousand emotions

❝

『Love is the ink that writes poetry on the parchment of our souls, crafting verses of devotion that endure beyond the ages. 

- 정국.』

❞

That's all with my first chapter [shitty] 🎇

I will try to update soon, [ along side my other book, Hello Mr. Psychologists ~ I love you ♡] even if no one is liking it, or willing to comment.

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