Published at 8th of August 2023 7:30 am

Chapter 456 One Thousand Wives

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As the crimson hues of the setting sun painted the evening sky, Aditya found solace in the lush garden of the palace with his beloved fourth fiancee, Lara. Nestled comfortably in the serene ambiance, he surrendered to the calming rhythm of nature. He reclined his head gently onto Lara’s lap, allowing his weary eyes to close, seeking refuge from the bustling world.

Lara was poised elegantly under a grand, age-old tree, its leaves whispering tales of the centuries in the gentle breeze. The rough bark of the tree trunk served as a solid support to her back. Her hands delicately traced through Aditya’s hair, her fingers subtly massaging his scalp. The tranquility of their surroundings, the serene ambiance punctuated only by the melodious twittering of distant birds and the rhythmic rustling of the leaves, was a heavenly respite.

This peace, this calm, was a rare and cherished gift in their lives filled with responsibility, warfare, and political strife. Lara treasured these fleeting moments of intimacy, these precious snippets of shared silence that allowed them to simply exist, far from the demands of their roles. The loving warmth that seeped from Aditya’s form, the silent reassurance of his presence, was a testament to the bond they shared.

As the peace of the garden enveloped Aditya and Lara, they reveled in their shared solitude, their hearts echoing with silent confessions of love. Every breath, every beat of their hearts, was a testament to their shared bond, a song of their unspoken love. They existed in a world of their own, a realm where they were not Emperor and Empress but simply Aditya and Lara, two souls intertwined in love.

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An hour earlier____

The call of the bustling city markets and the allure of finding the perfect gift had beckoned the girls out on a little adventure earlier in the day. Julia and Alicia, their faces lit with excitement, had extended the invitation to Lara as well.

“Come on, Lara,” Julia had implored, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, “The markets will be bursting with artisans showcasing their craft, and it’s such a wonderful opportunity to find something truly unique as a gift.”

Alicia had chimed in enthusiastically, “Yes, Lara, it’ll be a fun day out. The whole city comes alive during the Festival of Eternia, it’s something you wouldn’t want to miss.”

Lara, however, had a different plan in mind. A gentle smile curved her lips as she shook her head, her gaze fixed fondly on Aditya, who was engrossed in a document at the time.

“Thank you, Sisters, but I think I’ll pass today,” she had replied softly, her voice laced with a tender warmth that made it clear where her heart truly wished to be.

“But… Lara,” Alicia had begun to protest, but a knowing smile from Julia stopped her mid-sentence.

Seeing Lara’s longing gaze fixed on Aditya, Julia gently squeezed Alicia’s hand and gave her a small nod. They understood. Today, Lara desired not the vibrant hustle of the market or the joy of finding the perfect gift. She yearned for a peaceful day, spending quiet moments in the comforting presence of Aditya. The world outside could wait. For today, her world was here, with Aditya.

End of Flashback!!

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As the sky turned a deeper shade of indigo, a soft sigh slipped through Lara’s lips, breaking the soothing silence of the moment. She gently shifted her position, her fingers never ceasing their rhythmic dance through Aditya’s hair, reaching for an old, leather-bound book lying beside her. The book, a cherished heirloom passed down from her mother, the Royal Empress, carried tales of kings and queens, heroes and heroines, and was a testament to the rich history of their world.

With a reverent touch, Lara opened the book, the pages crinkling under her fingers, whispering ancient secrets. Her eyes quickly scanned the text before landing on a particular tale, one she remembered her mother fondly narrating during the twilight hours of her childhood – the tale of King Solomon.

“King Solomon,” Lara began, her voice a soothing melody in the quiet garden, “was a man of many fascinations, his wisdom and might renowned far and wide. Yet, perhaps the most astonishing aspect of his life was his multitude of wives. You see, my love,” she continued, her gaze locked onto Aditya’s, “King Solomon had a thousand wives.”

The phrase ‘a thousand wives’ hung in the air between them, punctuated by a moment of silence. Lara had deliberately spoken the words slowly, letting the enormity of the number sink in, a playful glint in her eyes.

Aditya, the image of King Solomon and his thousand wives painting an amusing picture in his mind, broke into a soft, warm smile. He looked up at Lara, his eyes reflecting deep fondness and a hint of mirth.

“I don’t need a thousand wives, Lara,” he said gently, his voice enveloped in affectionate warmth. His hand reached up to gently caress her cheek, “You, and the others, are more than enough. Each one of you holds a unique place in my heart that can’t be replaced.”

His words hung in the soft glow of the evening, his sincere confession amplifying the romantic atmosphere. Lara’s heart fluttered at his words, the genuine affection in his voice assuring her of his deep love for her. They smiled at each other, their shared moment adding another layer of intimacy to their relationship.

As the final words of Aditya’s heartfelt confession echoed softly in the tranquil garden, a sweet silence blanketed the space between them. This silence wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable, rather, it was a testament to the deep connection they shared, a space where words were not always needed to communicate their feelings.

Lara, moved by Aditya’s words, gently ran her fingers through his hair. She bent over, her face hovering just above his. Her eyes, brimming with love, locked onto Aditya’s as she leaned in, planting a tender kiss on his forehead. “You’re right, Aditya,” she whispered, her voice barely more than a soft sigh, “Every one of us has a unique place in your heart. And you hold an irreplaceable space in ours.”

Aditya’s heart swelled at her words. Lifting his head slightly, he captured Lara’s lips in a gentle kiss. This was not a passionate, desperate kiss, but a slow and tender one that spoke volumes about their love for each other. As they pulled apart, both their faces held a soft glow, mirroring the warmth that was blooming in their hearts.

In the quiet aftermath of their shared moment, they lay there under the sprawling sky, intertwined in each other’s arms. Aditya’s head still lay on Lara’s lap, and he found a strange sense of peace listening to the rhythmic pattern of her breathing. In response, Lara stroked Aditya’s hair, their comfortable silence a witness to their love.

With time, their bond only grew deeper. These quiet moments they shared in the garden, the heartfelt confessions, the stories, and the laughter – they all wove into a tapestry of their shared journey, each thread strengthening their relationship.

Aditya’s voice broke the peaceful silence of the evening, yet it melded seamlessly with the tranquil ambiance, enhancing the comfort shared between the pair. As he looked up into Lara’s radiant eyes, a spark of adventurous excitement flickered in his own. His words, spoken gently, reflected a shared dream of theirs, a plan that had been awaiting fruition for a while.

“Once you’re fully recovered, let’s set our sights on a new adventure,” Aditya suggested, his voice a comforting hum against the cool evening air. “The Beast Continent, with its intriguing customs, beautiful landscapes, and enigmatic atmosphere, has been whispering its secrets to us for a long time. It’s time we listened.”

His words stirred the spirit of exploration within Lara. A fond smile crept onto her face as she envisioned the day they would step foot onto the mysterious continent. Her eyes lit up with anticipation, reflecting her agreement and excitement about their forthcoming journey.

“That sounds wonderful, Aditya,” she responded warmly, her heart fluttering with joy. “Exploring new places with you is always an adventure of its own. I can’t wait to witness the unique beauty of the Beast Continent and learn about its fascinating culture.” Her enthusiastic response brought a contented smile on Aditya’s face. He gently squeezed her hand, a silent promise that their shared adventure was a future to look forward to.

The sun had long set, the veil of twilight giving way to the encompassing darkness of the night. The hushed whisperings of the nocturnal creatures from nearby flora provided a serene symphony to the night, creating an intimate ambiance around the couple.

Aditya took a deep breath, a tranquil calmness radiating from his posture as he gazed into Lara’s captivating eyes. He knew the strength of the bond they shared, a unique connection that transcended the boundaries of conventional relationships. She was his beloved, and he was her cherished life partner. And yet, there was an aspect of their bond that remained as integral as it was peculiar. Lara was a vampire, and the life force she needed, was the blood flowing through his veins.

With a gentle smile, Aditya presented his wrist to Lara. It wasn’t an act of surrender, but rather a symbol of trust and deep affection. “Lara” he said softly, his words filled with warmth and care, “Want to drink my blood?”

Lara looked into Aditya’s eyes, seeing nothing but love and understanding. Her heart filled with a profound gratitude, she delicately took his wrist. “Thank you, Aditya,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. There was a silent understanding between them, a bond beyond words that transcended the physical realm.

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