FF: Royal Pain Season 2: link pg 140 - Page 13

Originally posted by: DonnaHarvey

Originally posted by: -GhostOrchid-

I dont like the King yet..there is nothing that would male me like him..but wont deny that I am curious to know more..
@Team Madhubala: I dont think anyone would not be in her team as of now...
I just love all your Madhubalas..FF, SS and OS inclusive

Originally posted by: DonnaHarvey

If this is any hint, the next update will divide people into King vs Queen (maybe). Thank you for the ever so kind words.😊Thanks to you breakfast looks a little morepalatablethan it really is. I need to go grocery shopping😭Yes, I am one of those people who would rather not shop at all.

Originally posted by: -GhostOrchid-

King vs queen..what do you have in mind girl..
a girl dont tell before it is time😆
@shopping..I put it off as much as I can..

What you are about to read is Donna Paulsen approved.

(Chapter 2)

The Regal Spat

"My queen, we shall continue our conversation in my chambers. The ministers are ordered to scan the premises prior to our meeting".

The queen hid her flabbergasted expression underneath a symmetrically curved smile. She remembered the days when she was allowed a crooked laugh: an instance not too long before Rishabh's coronation. Her father had summoned her to personally greet the crown prince at the airport.

"This is his first time landing on a public runway. We want to make sure he feels secure. You are not to leave his side. You are to take every dart, sword or bullet in the prince's way. Am I understood?"

She remembered being cynical and condescending of her father's third person greetings . Ironically enough, she had to later undertake a full year curriculum to learn the same language she once despised.

As she stood in line waiting to meet the prince with his supposed charm, she was often distracted by her brother shuffling her precious electronic collection of jazz records.

"What in the bloody hell is your problem Kesh? If you dare lose my Bitches Brew I will cut you up, chop you into little pieces and feed them to vultures".

She was furious at her abnormally tall brother playing with her iPod.

"You might want to look for the prince instead".

"The prince, my foot. You give my iPod back this second or else".

"Or else?", an unfamiliar voice and a sharp tap on her shoulder startled Madhu enough to involuntarily swing at the human right behind her. Thankfully, the prince had trained enough to duck the attack. An extremely apologetic Madhubala was pinned down by his bodyguards only to be released a minute later.

"A woman with a loose tongue is rare to find around here", he ruffled her dirtied clothes and put his arm around the teenage brother, displaying unexpected closeness.

"So bro, what have you been up to?" Rishabh tried his hand at slang.

"I've got to go", the absolutely terrified Kesh left his sister alone to deal with a man still stuck in the '90s.

"I apologize. He is yet to receive his royal manners training".

She took a bow on behalf her haste brother who had run out confused.

"He is raw, I like that".

"Your Royal Highness, please accept my heartfelt apology for what I said earlier. I was in the wrong, I should not have brought distractions along".

"No, that's alright. My otherwise boring trip is now entertaining".

She nodded, not wanting to extend the seemingly awkward exchange of words. After passing three rounds of security and canine inspections, the prince was finally left alone in the company of the President's daughter.

As she walked into his grand law library, the king closed the doors behind them.

"My lady, I am sorry for interrupting you earlier. I have been keeping some things from you. Your father..."

She looked on as if his secret did not carry any weight; as if she had already known what was unsaid between them.

"My father was strategically poisoned so the wedding could be stopped, I know. I know that they thought you would not marry an orphan. I know that they bribed my father. I know you know. But, I also know my father was not a traitor. He was not once disloyal to the monarchy".

The second the queen realized where the conversation was headed, she lost control of her bottled emotions. She was not permitted to publically pay her respects to a warrior of a parent. The medals of valour would never be enough if the king did not look upon her father's deceased soul with pride and respect. He deserved honour and she would convey her wishes no matter what it took.

"Sir Shamsher Malik was a martyr. He went above and beyond what this job required of him. He was shot three times protecting the king. He was poisoned and died saving your family. Yet, here I am unable to tell another soul what sacrifices he made for this kingdom. Thank you for not ostracizing my family but, we deserved much more. We are the proud descendants of a patriot you never acknowledged. Thank you for not calling him a traitor, giving him his posthumous medal but, he earned the respect you failed to give . It was selfless service and the night before our wedding, he passed on the torch light to me. We are born to serve you, to be beneath you; to obey your orders and I will do so without complaints. But your majesty must know you have wronged my father".

"This is exactly what I did not want happening. You really are your father's daughter".

Rishabh tried hard maintaining his cool. He had not expected their heart-to-heart becoming a spat of venom. He had not seen her closure coming so soon. Her words had reopened old wounds. Prolonging the debate would benefit none. But, he could not leave knowing how much his queen hated him; knowing what ever she did for him was not out of love but compulsion. Knowing that he, indeed, did not have a family; that once again, there was no one to trust. With each passing thought, his anger bubbled up until it finally boiled over:

"Your father knew who killed the late king. Your father was witness to a murder he never mentioned in his living days".

His voice grew louder as he stepped closer and closer to Madhubala.

"Your father kept a royal secret buried in his chest and went to the grave with it. Is that what you call protection? Patriotism? Huh? Those murderers are out there, killing more of my men each day, all because your father was too scared to rat out the culprits".

Her Majesty took her time to respond to this sudden display of aggression. This was the height of hostility. As she clung to a leg of the leather chair with shivering hands, he feigned indifference. This was the same woman he was supposed to hate. He had been doing so efficiently for the past one year. Why then did she have to push his limits?

Queen Madhubala acted without thinking, she walked up closer to her husband and kneeled down like she had seen her father do many times. She regurgitated the words she had heard Sir Malik say without hesitation:

"Great Ruler of our hearts, I, your Queen, beg for forgiveness. I was out of line and wrong to question the monarch..."

Rishabh did not take her actions very well. He pulled her up by the shoulders and said, "Madhubala Rishabh Kundra, you are the leader of this nation. Don't you ever shame me like that again".

His steps grew quieter as he left a dry eyed queen behind, searching hard to find her lost tears.

A/N: I am not old or loaded, I just love Miles Davis. Also, bear with the regressive undertones; there is a reason for it all, parts of which are discussed in this chapter & upcoming ones.

Originally posted by: Desire6

Oh so much hate nd venom 4each othr...nd me felt both rt at der place... Eagerly waitn to c hw d story unfolds.. Lovly update.. Cont soon.jasu.. Am luvn dis ff

Originally posted by: luvera

I like the fact that loyalty and protecting the royal family is so ingrained in her because of her father that though she feels that her family did not receive the much deserved justice, she will continue to protect them with everything she has...