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章 18: Knowing the empire

** Official ceremony day of Imperial Declaration, 26 Jan, 1557 **

In the soft morning light streaming through the palace windows, Aditya awoke in his luxurious princely room. The opulent furnishings and intricate curtains highlighted his newfound status, a stark contrast to his humble past. He took a deep breath, got out of bed, and began his daily exercises to stay strong and agile.

After completing his morning regimen, Aditya made his way to the training grounds, where Jeetendar awaited him with a sword in hand. But before he could reach his destination, he encountered Hari Singh, accompanied by Afzal. Aditya's brow furrowed in concern at the sight of the two men, sensing that something was amiss.

"Is everything alright, Afzal?" Aditya inquired, noting the somber expression on his friend's face.

Afzal hesitated for a moment before replying, his voice filled with worry. "I'm afraid not, Aditya. I've received word that my mother has taken ill, and I must return to attend to her."

Aditya's heart went out to his friend, understanding the importance of family in such trying times. He glanced back at Afzal and noticed Sikandar Khan, a loyal Mughal general, and his men trailing behind them discreetly.

A wry smile tugged at Aditya's lips as he realized the subtle machinations of Bairam Khan, orchestrating events to prevent Afzal's presence during Emperor Hemu's coronation to lower the claim of empire's might.

"Stay strong, my friend," Aditya said reassuringly, placing a comforting hand on Afzal's shoulder. "I will seek permission from Emperor Hemu myself, but in the meantime, let us make arrangements for your safe return."

With a nod of gratitude, Afzal agreed, his gaze reflecting a mix of determination and concern for his mother's well-being. Aditya turned to Hari Singh, instructing him to secure the necessary escort for Afzal's journey back home.

As Hari Singh departed to carry out his orders, Aditya couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air.

After securing the emperor's permission, Aditya returned to Afzal's side, accompanied by a contingent of elite soldiers to ensure his friend's safe passage. As they made their way back to Afzal's homeland, Sikandar Khan was appointed as his representative, despite his initial reluctance to accept the responsibility.

Before parting ways, Afzal sought out Amira and Aditya for one last meeting, his eyes betraying a sense of longing for the friends he would leave behind.

With a heartfelt promise to return once peace had been established between their nations, Afzal embraced Amira, his words tinged with sincerity.

"You will always be my truest friend, Amira," Afzal whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "And I promise to visit you once the turmoil has passed."

Amira blushed at his words, her heart fluttering at the depth of his feelings. She returned his embrace with equal fervor, cherishing the bond they shared.

As they embraced, Afzal teased, "Hey, maybe next time we meet, I'll be taller than you, Princess."

Amira playfully tousled his hair in response, saying, "You're still trying to tease me even as you're leaving, you naughty boy!"

As Aditya watched the exchange between his friends, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness for Afzal, knowing that Amira saw Afzal as nothing more than a friend, but he wondered if the same could be said for Afzal's feelings towards her.

It was a delicate situation, one that Aditya knew he couldn't meddle in. Instead, he simply watched as the two embraced.

"You are destined for greatness, Afzal," Aditya said, his voice filled with conviction. "And I have no doubt that you will achieve it, whatever path you choose to follow."

Afzal bid farewell to his friends and embarked on his journey homeward, his heart heavy with the weight of responsibility yet buoyed by the support of those who believed in him.

And as he disappeared into the distance, Aditya couldn't help but wonder what adventures awaited his friend on the road ahead. Little did he know his words of encouragement would resonate deeply with Afzal, shaping his future in ways he couldn't yet imagine.

** At the King's Chamber **

As Aditya made his way to the king's chamber, he couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation gnawing at his gut.

Upon entering, he found himself greeted by the imposing presence of Emperor Hemu, flanked by a council of ministers and his grandfather Chandrashekhar, who now served as the prime minister of the realm.

It was a formidable assembly, one that spoke volumes about the gravity of the matters at hand.

Chandrashekhar stepped forward and gestured toward the council members one by one. "Come, Prince, allow me to introduce the esteemed members of our council."

A mature woman around 45 years old, with a calm and dignified presence, stepped forward. She had a smile of amusement as her eyes met Aditya's.

"This is Sayantika Sen, our revenue minister. She is the rakhi sister (sworn sister) of the emperor and the current regent of the Bengal region."

Sayantika nodded politely with a Namaste. "It's an honor, Prince Aditya."

"The honor is mine, Your Grace," Aditya replied. He noted the sly smile on her face and decided to keep his distance until he gathered more information.

A composed man around 40 years old with a steely gaze stepped forward.

"Next, we have Jayadev Patil, head of the intelligence department."

Jayadev Patil acknowledged with a crisp nod, "Your Highness."

Aditya found him hard to read but still passed on, acknowledging him with a nod.

Then, a burly man around 35 years old, wearing a turban, stepped forward. His eyes scanned Aditya from top to bottom, as if still skeptical about something.

"He is Sukhwindar Singh, responsible for public welfare and security, including overseeing the justice department."

Sukhwindar smiled with a nod but couldn't hide the frown in his eyes, which betrayed his external facade. Aditya returned the nod but noted Sukhwindar as an easy target, too plain to read.

Next, a young man around 30 years old stepped forward. He had keen eyes and a gentle smile, his expression filled with curiosity.

"This is Pratap Rao Taode, who oversees the agriculture department."

He greeted Aditya with a polite Namaste. "Welcome, Prince."

From his look, Pratap seemed curious about Aditya's presence, but there was nothing noteworthy for Aditya to concern himself with.

Lastly, a battle-hardened figure, a man of 50 years old, stepped forward. He had a pleasant smile on his face.

"You must have seen him leading the battle. He is General Shadi Khan Kakkar, who has served as the unofficial military head of the army and will soon receive his new title."

General Shadi Khan Kakkar nodded, his tone filled with gratitude. "It's all due to His Majesty's grace. It's a pleasure meeting you, Your Highness."

Aditya smiled at his response, which was the most cheerful of them all, and acknowledged with a polite Namaste. "The pleasure is mine, General."

Once the introductions ended, Emperor Hemu's gaze locked onto Aditya. "Prince Aditya, we are eager to hear your insights and opinions on the reforms we are planning post-coronation."

Aditya felt a surge of nervous energy as he surveyed the esteemed council members gathered before him.

It was clear that the fate of the kingdom rested in their hands, and Aditya felt the weight of responsibility bearing down on him.

As the discussion unfolded, Aditya found himself momentarily taken aback by the fragility of the kingdom's administrative system. However, he quickly realized that the empire is still new born and they atleast have a foundation which is better than nothing.

Drawing upon his own experiences and observations, Aditya began to offer his insights and suggestions for improvement, which greatly amazed everyone present.

Throughout the meeting, Aditya's suggestions were met with nods of agreement and murmurs of approval from majority of council members. Soon they came to the drafting of reforms which were agreed upon and some where left for open debate which needs to be conducted after coronation. 

However, it was Sayantika Sen and Shadi Khan Kakkar who seemed particularly pleased by the end of the discussion, their smiles reflecting a sense of satisfaction as if they are going to be the real winners in this reform.

As the meeting drew to a close, Emperor Hemu expressed his gratitude to Aditya for his valuable contributions specially, regarding his insight on future relations with kingdoms. 

It was a humbling moment for the young prince, who realized that, despite his initial apprehensions, he had played a pivotal role in shaping the future of the empire. The discussions were secret and would only be revealed when the time came, but changing the entire course of the empire through just a few moments of conversation was a great achievement, Aditya realized for himself.

And as he made his way out of the king's chamber, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement, eager to see how things would unfold after the coronation.

 

 ** Moments before ceremony of coronation **

As the evening descended upon the grand coronation event, Aditya found himself engulfed by the sea of faces that filled the courtyard. Among them, he noticed the presence of Dutch and Portuguese representatives, a sight that surprised him.

"Foreigners in our midst," he muttered to himself, a hint of disdain creeping into his voice.

Curious, he turned to Hari Singh for an explanation, and what he heard left him taken aback.

Hari Singh's explanation revealed a tangled web of alliances, betrayals, and conflicts in distant lands. The Dutch, initially sought by the Vijayanagar Empire to help drive out the Portuguese, had later turned on their erstwhile allies, seizing territory for themselves.

Meanwhile, the Portuguese, noticing the weakened Dutch presence in Sri Lanka, had capitalized on the opportunity to expand their own influence.

Aditya was incredulous at the information he was receiving; it seemed that the knowledge he had previously possessed had once again been altered. He found himself questioning the reliability of his understanding, particularly in matters concerning the kingdom.

Resolved to rectify this uncertainty, he decided to prioritize the enhancement of his intelligence capabilities for the empire.

His gaze turned disdainful as he absorbed the complexities of foreign politics. Despite his personal disdain for the foreigners, he maintained a composed demeanour out of courtesy, though his clenched fists betrayed his inner turmoil.

As the evening wore on, Hari Singh shared more insights into the extent of Emperor Hemu's domain. Aditya listened intently as he learned of the vast territories that fell under Hemu's rule.

"Our empire spans from the bustling streets of Delhi to the fertile plains of Bengal," Hari Singh recounted, his voice resonating with pride. "From the majestic peaks of Kashmir to the bustling cities of Jaunpur and Agra."

He discovered that emperor's regime His dominion extended across present-day regions of Delhi, Punjab, Haryana, Uttar Pradesh, Kashmir, bengal, parts of Madhya Pradesh, and possibly other adjacent territories.

In terms of kingdoms, it included the Kingdom of Delhi (which covered the whole region of Delhi city and the northwestern part of Uttar Pradesh, including Lucknow, and northern Haryana),

the Kingdom of Punjab (present-day Punjab stretched to the Ravi River in the west, some parts of Uttarakhand and Himachal Pradesh, and shared borders with Kashmir in the north and Rewari and Delhi in the south),

the Kingdom of Rewari (present-day state of Haryana and some parts of northern Rajasthan, sharing borders with the eastern side of the Delhi kingdom, some part of agra kingdom and stretching up to the Ravi River),

and the Kingdom of Agra (sharing the southern western border of the Delhi kingdom, southern border of rewari kingdom, some parts of western Uttar Pradesh, northern Madhya Pradesh, and north eastern Rajasthan).

Furthermore, it included the Kingdom of Jaunpur (sharing the western border of the Delhi kingdom, the southwestern part of Uttar Pradesh, and stretching up to northern Bihar),

the Kingdom of Kashmir (present-day Kashmir including the disputed PoK but not the mountain region of Ladakh),

the Kingdom of Bengal (including Bihar, Jharkhand, West Bengal, and Bangladesh), the Kingdom of Gwalior (sharing the southern borders of Agra, eastern parts of Madhya Pradesh,

southern part of Uttar Pradesh, and some southeastern part of Rajasthan), and the Kingdom of Malwa (southern Rajasthan and western Madhya Pradesh).

As Hari Singh continued his narration, Aditya's attention shifted to the assembly of noble representatives from across the realm. 

Amongst the distinguished guests were representatives from Mewar and Marwar, both situated in Rajasthan, along with envoys from Bundelkhand kingdom from Madhya pradesh, and the Gajapati Kingdom of Odisha.

Additionally, the Ahmadnagar Sultanate, nestled in present-day northern Maharashtra, stood as a prominent part of the Deccan Sultanates, exerting influence in the western reaches of India. 

"Such diversity," Aditya mused aloud, a note of admiration in his voice. "Our empire truly encompasses the richness of Bharat."

His gaze then fell upon the notable absence of representatives from certain southern sultanates. The complexity of inter-kingdom relations and the delicate balance of power left him pondering their absence.

Aditya's attention was drawn to the Ahmadnagar Sultanate representative, a glimmer of interest in his eyes as he considered potential diplomatic opportunities.

"Indeed, an opportunity for engagement," he thought, his mind racing with possibilities for alliances.

As Aditya contemplated governance and diplomacy, whispers from nearby nobles reached his ears.

"What a beauty," one remarked, followed by another's admiring observation of her waist. "Look at her waist, it seems god has taken special holiday to frame it."

 Finally, a third noble added, "Ah! I would gladly give away my kingdom to spend a night with such a goddess." 

Aditya couldn't help but be intrigued by the hushed commentary, his curiosity piqued by his own lack of experience in matters of love and desire.

With cautious steps, Aditya trailed the direction of the whispers, his gaze eventually falling upon a woman escorted by guards. Clad in an elegant red saree and adorned with regal jewellery, she exuded an aura of nobility.

Yet, it was her face veiled by a ghumta(scarf), revealing only a glimpse of her lips, that caught Aditya's attention.

As he scrutinized her features, a sense of recognition dawned upon him. "Damn! It's the same lips, the same smile, same waist, same size... she's that mystery girl from the river."

His heart raced with anticipation and apprehension as he pondered her presence amidst the nobles.

A nearby noble's voice pierced through the murmurs, declaring, "Damn, what a waste. She must be another prospect looking to marry the emperor."

A cold shiver ran down on Aditya's spine. The mere thought of her becoming his stepmother sent a wave of dread coursing through him.

 'No... no... please, God, no... not my mom.', Aditya pleaded with all his might.

 Inwardly, His mind reeled with apprehension, grappling with the unsettling possibility that fate might thrust him into an unforeseen and uncomfortable familial dynamic.

Aditya's heart sank at the thought, knowing all too well the political machinations that governed such unions.

Yet, amidst his anxiety, a flicker of excitement ignited within him. "Wait a minute, what are our soldiers doing as her escort? Could she be from our empire? Was that why I saw her bathing there?"

Lost in his thoughts, Aditya barely noticed the announcement heralding the emperor's entrance.

 

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Author's note(edited) : Make sure to check the maps in auxiliary volume. It can be found in contents before chapter 1. 

The areas mentioned do exist with the same names, but they were not all kingdoms. In fact, one major city ,acting as main capital used to hold influence over other cities and was treated no less than a kingdom. It has been modified here to "kingdom" to suit the taste of the northern empire of Sur dynasty. Before that, they were territories under the Delhi Sultanate and later principalities and kingdoms under the Mughal Empire in real history.

Also, the concept of the Ravi and Indus River borders is fictional, so western territories of North India are stretched to meet the storyline requirements. Even though I have tried to give the exact area of influence, I can't guarantee it's a hundred percent correct, as these areas were not constant and always changed sizes due to mutual conflicts.

Also take note that some parts of mountain kingdoms of north India, central and southern india and north eastern regions, didn't come under hemu's rule in that era. So it wasn't mentioned here.


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章 19: Samrajya of Samrat

Dhum!

Dha Dhum!

Dhum!

Dha Dhum!

The palace courtyard buzzed with anticipation as the rhythmic beat of drums filled the air, signaling the commencement of the grand coronation ceremony. Performers adorned in vibrant attire twirled and swayed to the enchanting melodies of the shehnai, their movements a graceful homage to the auspicious occasion. Amidst the festivities, flower petals rained down upon Emperor Hemu as he made his regal procession through the throngs of cheering spectators. The chants of "Long live the emperor!" reverberated throughout the courtyard, a fervent proclamation of loyalty and devotion to their revered leader.

Following closely behind the emperor, his council of ministers moved with solemn dignity, their presence commanding respect and admiration from the assembled nobles. Among them, Sayantika Sen, a figure of grace and poise, drew murmurs of recognition from the Rajput nobility.

"Isn't she the mother of General Ramya?" one noble whispered to another, prompting nods of agreement.

"I heard she played a pivotal role in Emperor Hemu's campaign against the Mughals, earning her the title of his rakhi sister," another added, his voice filled with admiration.

"We are truly blessed to have such a formidable matriarch in our midst," remarked a third noble, his eyes alight with reverence. "Her contributions have undoubtedly strengthened our empire's standing."

Meanwhile, Aditya observed the unfolding scene with keen interest, his mind abuzz with the significance of the momentous occasion.

As Emperor Hemu ascended the steps to the palace halls, flanked by his escorts and accompanied by the venerable Head Priest Raghav Bhatt, a hush fell over the gathered crowd. With solemn reverence, the priest performed the sacred rites of coronation, pouring water from a golden vessel filled with the sacred waters of the seven sacred rivers - Yamuna, Indus, Ganges, Godavari, Narmada, Krishna, and Kaveri - over the emperor's head. The melodious chants of Vedic mantras echoed through the halls, infusing the ceremony with an aura of sanctity and divine blessing.

With each intonation of the ancient verses, the emperor's stature seemed to grow, his presence imbued with an aura of authority and strength. As the ritual reached its crescendo, the head priest bestowed upon Emperor Hemu the title of Samrat, signifying his ascension to the highest echelon of power.

With a deep bow of respect, Emperor Hemu paid homage to the venerable priest, touching his feet in a gesture of reverence. He then turned to his father, Chandrashekhar, whose eyes glistened with tears of pride and joy. In a moment of profound filial devotion, the emperor bowed before his father, acknowledging the unwavering support and guidance he had received throughout his journey.

Caught in the poignant exchange, Aditya felt a swell of emotion rise within him, witnessing the bond between father and son. As Emperor Hemu's gaze met his own, a silent understanding passed between them.

With a determined stride, Emperor Hemu stepped forward, his sword gleaming in the daylight as he declared in a voice that echoed with authority, "I, Samrat Hem Chandra Vikramaditya Bhargav, declare the founding of the Bhargav dynasty. Let it be known that my empire shall henceforth be known as the Samrajya from Bharat, with the lineage of the Bhargav dynasty, a beacon of strength and prosperity for all who dwell within its borders."

As Emperor Hemu proclaimed the establishment of the Samrajya from Bharat, a murmur of intrigue swept through the assembly, reverberating among the courtiers and nobles.

Whispers of uncertainty danced among the aristocracy. One noble leaned in to another, asking with an air of skepticism, "Was it not decreed to be the Sultanate where we would have our sharia (Islamic law)? What is the significance of this 'Samrajya'?"

The Afghan lords, renowned for their stoic demeanor, exhibited a subtle unease. One among them murmured, "Does this proclamation signify our exclusion?" A swift reprimand from his comrade stifled further dissent, underscoring the gravity of the occasion.

However, as Emperor Hemu addressed the assembly, his words resounded with regal authority that commanded everyone's attention. With measured eloquence, he clarified upon the essence of the Samrajya of Bharat, dispelling doubts and invoking a sense of unity among the gathered nobility of Rajyas or kingdoms.

"In declaring the Samrajya from Bharat, let it be known that this empire will be founded on the core values of Bharat," he proclaimed, his voice resolute as he explained. "The land between the sea in the south and the abode of snow in the north has been called Bharat since the time of our ancestors. Though we may have been divided into different kingdoms or empires, we have always shared and depended on the same resources for survival and prosperity. Regardless of our varying religions, our ancestors were born here, lived here for generations, and were laid to rest here, making this land an integral part of our identity. It is essential to establish the foundation of our new empire on these origins and with clarity, so that in the future, no outsider would ever dare to question who belongs here.

A murmur of understanding rippled through the crowd. With a subtle gesture from Chandrashekar, the murmurs ceased, allowing Hemu to continue.

"For us, everyone who lives within Bharat is a Bhartiya, regardless of region or religion. Since our empire lies on this mainland, it is crucial to include and assimilate everyone into Bhartiya culture. Therefore, we are adopting the term Samrajya instead of the previously used sultanate. There will be no privileges; rather, there will be one way of living in our empire, and that is to live and let live with equal dignity. Let the world know that a new dawn has risen in this country."

At this juncture, the representative of the Malwa Kingdom addressed the emperor with caution, "Forgive me, Emperor, for my boldness, but are you aiming for Bhartiya Samrajya, do you mean all of Akhand Bharat (all of India)? What about the other non-empire regions?"

A noble of the empire faction snorted in response, "None can challenge His Majesty Emperor's greatness, and we will bear the flag of the empire across the Indian subcontinent."

The crowd murmured in response, their reactions reflecting a mix of anticipation and skepticism.

Emperor Hemu replied with measured dignity, "My esteemed noble guest, Bharat is for all, and this empire seeks to maintain stability and security for all and not to incite war for unjust causes. We aspire for peace and prosperity through trade with our fellow Indian kingdoms."

The entire crowd listened intently as Hemu continued, "The Bhargav dynasty's empire is an empire of Bharat, but not an Akhand Bharat or Bharat Samrajya. We shall wait until all kingdoms willingly merge with the empire. For the sake of peace, as the first Samrat of the Bhargav dynasty, I declare that my dynasty shall never wage unjust wars and will always choose peace as the first option."

The crowd murmured in response, their reactions reflecting shock and disbelief. 

"For too long," the Emperor continued with conviction, "we have known the ravages of war, the futile pursuit of conquest that has only led to our own subjugation at the hands of outsiders. If my memory serves me right, our brothers in the south have suffered similar fates."

At these words, all eyes turned towards the Dutch representatives, casting a shadow of introspection over the assembly. The Dutch ambassador's composure faltered momentarily, a ripple of discomfort crossing his face.

With a hint of disdain, he addressed the Emperor, "Your Majesty, it is deeply troubling to witness such hostility towards a diplomat who has come as a guest to trade. This, I must say, contradicts the revered Indian belief of 'atithi devo bhava' (guest is god). Such treatment is an insult to the very values your great culture upholds."

The Emperor, bemused, remarked, "Ah, it seems you are familiar with our principles. What else do you wish to share?"

The Dutch ambassador, adopting a more diplomatic tone, responded, "Your Majesty, let us not lose sight of the auspicious occasion we are celebrating today. Since the Samrajya's stance towards the Dutch is clear, so I have no intention of furthering offense or escalating tensions."

Hateful slogans rebuking the Dutch erupted among the gathered nobles. The ambassador paused briefly, reading the room, then continued, "In time, as Your Majesty's perspective broadens beyond India's borders, there remains an enduring possibility for amicable relations. The Dutch are ever-present and willing to engage on friendly terms when the moment is right."

Murmurs of interest and concerns about the potential for conflict spread in hushed voices, as the earlier tension began to subside.

His expression turned serious, his voice carrying a subtle hint of warning, "It is important to remember, Your Majesty, that the Dutch presence should not be ignored. We are prepared to foster peaceful relations when the time is opportune."

Emperor Hemu, with a smug smile, replied, "I comprehend your perspective. As you seem to grasp our values, I shall grant you leave with your dignity intact. The exit awaits," he added, pointing towards the exit of the court.

At this juncture, the Portuguese representatives appeared to be on cloud nine, sporting a teasing grin directed at the retreating Dutch envoy.

As the Dutch representative retreated from the assembly, the Emperor resumed his declaration, undeterred by the brief interruption.

"In our pursuit of peace, let it be known that we do not cower in fear or weakness."

The crowd, as anticipated, echoed their approval, affirming their allegiance to the Emperor's words.

Hemu continued, "However, should anyone dare to threaten the security or integrity of our empire, let it be understood that the full force of our wrath shall be unleashed upon them."

A hushed silence fell over the assembly, punctuated only by the solemn chant of Shadi Khan, "Long live the Samrat! Long live the Samrajya!" The chant was taken up by others, their voices ringing out in unison as they pledged their allegiance to the Emperor and his realm.

With a dignified nod, Emperor Hemu took his seat upon the throne, signaling the commencement of the reward ceremony amidst an atmosphere of solemn reverence.

During the reward ceremony, Emperor Hemu bestowed territories upon his loyal nobles in recognition of their generous military support. While many of these territories were already under their governance and widely known, the official acknowledgment from the emperor solidified their claims and stability.

Amidst the prestigious titles being announced, there came the momentous declaration of the Kingdom of Bengal. This vast domain, encompassing modern-day Bihar, Jharkhand, Bengal, and the entire nation of Bangladesh, was to be awarded to Raamya Sen.

As anticipation rippled through the crowd, all eyes searched for the 23-year-old general who had earned renown on the battlefield. But to their astonishment, he was nowhere to be found.

Emperor Hemu, his voice tinged with emotion, directed his gaze towards a particular direction and beckoned, "Come forth, my child. Do not hesitate. You have endured enough. It is time to reveal your true identity."

Curious gazes turned to follow the emperor's indication, and shock washed over the assembly as they beheld an unexpected sight – the mystery girl, clad in regal attire, stepped forward. At first, she hesitated, but with the Emperor's encouraging words, she summoned the courage to unveil her face, lifting the veil that obscured her features. A collective gasp swept through the crowd as they beheld the revelation before them.

One Rajput noble, his disbelief evident, uttered, "She has been a woman all along."

An Afghan noble, incredulous, exclaimed, "Impossible! A woman possessing the strength to cleave a mounted knight in half?"

Meanwhile, Aditya's mind raced with astonishment, pondering, "Is that fiery woman really Raamya?"

Undeterred by the shocked murmurs, Raamya moved with confidence, gracefully lowering herself into a respectful bow before Emperor Hemu, her sharp voice ringing out with unwavering loyalty as she chanted, "Long live the Samrat."

Before the Emperor could bestow upon her the imperial deed, the head priest stepped forward, his voice laced with concern and protest.

"This is a grave sin, Your Majesty," the head priest declared solemnly, his eyes wide with alarm. "The empire will be doomed if a woman assumes rulership. This is blasphemy, Your Majesty, Emperor."

The atmosphere crackled with tension as the assembly grappled with the unprecedented turn of events. Whispers filled the air, echoing the head priest's concerns and questioning the validity of a female ruler. Yet, amidst the uncertainty, Raamya stood firm, her resolve unwavering as she awaited the Emperor's decree.

 


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