Madhu who was at the entrance of the palace, looked precipitated as she spoke to the guardians who were blocking her way there "I know it's confusing because I was sent away but you don't understand that I need to talk to the Queen!" folding her hands "It's emergency!" she said.
Hearing the commotion going on, Miss. Girija came out and stood on top of the stairs as she looked at the intruder "Remove yourself from the premise of the Palace before I have you removed!" she said in anger as the hurt given by Madhu to the royal family played in head.
"Nothing more! If I could just talk with her, for few minutes!" the young lady wished.
"Well! She is not here!" Miss. Girija as she climbed down the steps "And if she were here also, she would have you thrown in the dungeon!" she declared as she stood on the last step, facing the journalist.
Getting enough of the words "I know for a fact that you do not have a dungeon!" she announced.
"If you think for a minute, do you think they will forgive you after what you have done?" Miss. Girija asked feeling hurt for her family, royal family.
"I promise I only meant"
Interrupting the young lady "Your promises mean nothing!" if look could kill someone, Madhu would have been died since long due to Miss. Girija's angry bird look "You are a traitor!"
"If you would just let me finish!" she cried and continued as the older lady closed her mouth tight "I think I can prove that Rishab is the rightful King!" she announced making the oldie shocked "Just please let me help!" she begged making the opponent to give on as Miss. Girija with her hand asked the guards to open the way for the lad to get in.
And both of them ran towards the special room where Christmas tree was placed in its glory.
As Madhu neared it and touched the King's Christmas gift for his Queen, Miss. Girija warned "Don't touch it!" Followed by the guards "Don't!" She repeated as she saw the adamant girl take out that acorn "What are you doing?" She asked as she tried to get it back but before that it got pulled in all directions to get it in 2 pieces in Madhu's hand as they found a folded paper hidden in it, making Miss. Girija to be surprised and Madhu's lips to be adorned with a smile.
"Oh my!" Miss. Girija said as she took that paper from its hideout to open it and read it as they saw the King's seal on it.
***
Whereas, in the assembly, everyone stayed calm witnessing the Royal family's happenings.
"Well, Prime Minister, looks like you have the quorum!" Deepali said it with a mock.
Pakhi who was by the side of the Prince, pulled his hand to get his attention "I don't care what any of them say. You are my King and you are my brother!" She said with whole heart making him to smile even at this moment.
"Thank you!" He said putting his hand on her shoulder.
"And I " Pakhi once again for the day got interrupted by the Prime Minister 's announcement.
"We must now bear witness to the coronation of the King Mohan's bloodline."
Smiling ear to ear, Sultan pulled out his hand to get a cushion from his assistant in order to put under his knees as he knelled down in front of the Prime Minister while his wife looked on happily.
Still facing the crowd "Count Sultan presents his rightful claim to the crown and the throne." for which few Nos echoed in the room. But however, the old man continued his work in hand with a straight face.
Turning to his left, looking at the man who is knelled down, he asked "Do you pledge your life and fealty to Canamaris and all her subjects?"
"I do!" he replied simply.
Getting the sceptre and passing it to the man who is ready to be crowned, the old man continued "Do you swear to protect her, to uphold her sacred laws in times of wealth or poverty, peace or war?"
With a happy smile on his evil lips, he replied "I do!" as just few seconds are there before he get the crown for himself, to make his dream to come true.
Turning towards the assembly, he spoke the last few words he can say before the coronation "If anyone would wish to dispute Count Sultan's claim to the throne may they speak now or forever stay silent."
He looked here and there before looking at the Royal family who on their side were waiting for some miracle to happen so that the late King's will comes true.
With an apologetically look towards them, he turned to his back, picked the crown and moved a step forward as Sultan bent his head a little to welcome the crown which is still in the Prime Minister's hands.
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Thank you for reading buddies!
Sorry for leaving you all here for 2 more days!
I have a bad news and a good news!
BAD = Story is coming to its end by the end of the next week
GOOD = Story will be ending with all your wished elements
Have a nice weekend
See you all on Monday!
- Maithili
Edited by maithu_ - 7 years ago
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