Rudransh POV

"Attack!" I screamed at my soldiers. We were just 80 men enough to take over this petty kingdom of Harikela, to kill the coward king Harshadip.

He should have thought before conspiring against the mighty kingdom of Jessore. I could have let him go but my father's blood are on his hands.

My father trusted him, that innocent man befriended him and treated him like family but that bastard didn't even think for a second when he drove his sword right against my father's heart.

Today he will suffer my wrath! His entire generation will beg for mercy ! His kingdom will be painted with his blood for the reverence of my blood!

"Take the behind exit! 5 men come with me! We will attack from front". Everyone roared around me with valor, we took our horses and rode to the front.

We could hear screams of women running, the chaos and havoc surrounding everything.

Their soldiers attacked.

One men came with a huge pointed rod and I immediately ducked down from my horse and took my sword right through his midriff.

The blade crossed right through him. Few other men stepped back in fear and I gave them a deadly smile. They chose a wrong day to mess with me.

Within a hour we were able to bring down the defense of the fort, honestly I was disappointed by their defense system, when the king himself is so corrupted, why would he spend on his defense system and fortification?

I had an added advantage of knowing the fort in and out, I have visited this place multiple times with my father and as a kid I would take leisure in roaming around the palace.

The palace walls were huge surrounding the entire region in a shape of square, the main fort entry was at the centre of this barracks, it size was smaller than my palace at Jessore but it had its own beauty of being compact with architectural brilliance.

I knew that they had a secret exit way from behind the palace which led straight to a port from where anyone could take a boat and exit. I had already sent my men to take care of this.

As soon as I bought down the outer defence I saw around fifty soldiers guarding the main door with swords and arrows and upon seeing me they charged at me.

My entire body felt ignited with anger and rage. I tightened my grip on my sword and flexed my hand. I took out my small knife and gripped it in another hand.

"Come motherfuckers!" I roared at them and a soldier attacked me with his sword which I swiftly ducked and stabbing his calf with my knife, he fell down and I attacked his side neck. He died instantly. Four more soldiers came and I tackled them with my sword and flipped them with my strength.

From the corner of my eye I saw a shadow and a swift movement of hand.

"Ahhhhh" I felt a deep pain in my lower back and noticed a soldier managed to cut deep, i held his hand and picked him up, his eyes shook with fear and I stared at him.

I displayed him to other soldiers and within seconds I slaughtered his head, his body dropping lifelessly with his head in my hand. I felt disgusted but the fear I saw in them gave me sadistic pleasure.

"Find Harshadip! I want him alive! " I called to my men, Anirban by most trusted minister and my best friend nodded and went to other side of the palace.

By the time I was done with these men, dead bodies laid around me. I panted hard, my erratic heartbeats could be heard from miles and dropped my blood stained sword with a thud.

I looked around me and I basked upon the beauty of this palace, Baba (father) would always praise this place for its big wall sized paintings, the magnificent architecture and huge ceilings which had paintings on them.

I remembered his smile and the sparkle on his eyes. My mother loved art and Baba took it upon himself to bring the best art to her. When Maa died He wanted to make something similar for her in her memory.

Today I stand at this very place and the only emotion I am feeling is of rage.

"The king fled!" Anirban exclaimed and came running at me. He was shaking with anger but seeing my expression he took a step back.

"How the fuck he fled!" I silently asked him. My body was vibrating and I feared at any given moment I could burst.

"He took another route Maharaja! An underground route whose exit he blocked. It seems he knew we would come. That coward man ran alone ! He did not even take his daughter"

I kept my hands on my forehead and started laughing. Maybe I was going crazy. I kept laughing loudly and Anirban looked at me with concern.

"Rudransh" he exclaimed and came towards me.

"Stop" I showed him my hand.

"Send men to look for him. Set a bounty for him " I pointed.

"Declare everywhere that Maharaja Rudransh PratapAdityta Roy son of Maharaj Bikramjeet Roy has taken the kingdom of Hirakel and I am the new ruler now!" I roared and my men cheered with ecstasy!

"Maharaja Ki Jai"

"Maharaja ki Jai"

"Jai Maa Durga!!"

"Jai Maa Kaali"

"Do not harm any women or children, escort to them to refugee camps" I ordered and they nodded leaving.

"You said he left his daughter behind. Princess Sukanya right? We will take her back to Jessore. Where is she now?" I said to Anirban cleaning the blood off my knife.

"At her chambers, soldiers are there to guard her, we have tied her hands so that she does not attempt to do anything. " I nodded.

"Keep her tied, and bring her to Jessore. We will leave today."

Are you going to marry her Maharaja?" Anirban asked and I gave him a sharp look which made him shut his mouth.

"Marry her?" I snickered.

I saw the blood on my hands and picked up a dead soldier unform to clean my hands.

"Let's just say I am not killing her yet"

"But that is very unethical of you as a king Maharaja, to bring an unmarried women. You have a nobel image among people. What will they say. Please do not do it." He adjoined his hands with a pleading eyes.

"And the way they killed my father. That was ethical!" I shouted.

"Bring her tonight " . Anirban nodded.

I do not know why he left his daughter behind, the daughter he dotted so dearly. Princess Sukanya you will pay for his sins.

My war for blood has not ended. I will paint the walls of this palace you so dearly call home with you and your daughter's blood.

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