Prince Of Florence

Tiredness was a trifle word to describe bone crushing pain which they were feeling. A journey of months on ship is a draining process. Fighting against the various odds of salty water and gliding through it demands patience but, finally, a full stop had been put to the sea journey.

     Noblemen of Florence expected cool land breeze to pacify their heart but alas! They were now subjected to harsh climate of India! It appeared as if hot blazing sun was sucking their sweat but amidst of it, curtsy of people who came to receive them warned their hearts. Now, after another tiring land journey, they were standing few metres away from their destination, Palace Of Chittaurgarh.

   Many curious eyes were bloated with awe and faces held stupendous expressions. People of different land were in different land under the leadership of King Atticus.

King Atticus along with his elder son Augustus, was in India to do some trade as India's silk, jewels and spices were highly appreciated back in Florence . Though the trade was very limited due to long distance but King Atticus shared a very cordial bond with Maharaj Vikram Singh Rajput. They knew each other since Arab introduced them.

Despite being in his late sixties, King Atticus had an aura which screamed power and royalty. In the morning, when Ritha was doing her practice, he was watching it from afar. He was highly impressed after seeing the girl's fighting skills specially the way she flawlessly moved heavy sword.

Now, his sonPrince Augustus! A gentleman with acute looks and obtuse feeling. A prince whose head was supposed to wear the crown making it heavier instead, it made his heart immobile with sorrows. A prince who was supposed to wear the necklace of power being the eldest son instead, that necklace was choking him. To sum up, he was a troubled serenity. Heavily troubled one!

    Right now, his retina was absorbing and forming images of the beautiful artistic palace but larger fraction of his mind was not addressing them, rather, they were forming images of his son.

Sunrays were glorifying his magnificent blue eyes while his chiseled jaw was locked, not tightly but firmly. Brunette hair was being swooshed around randomly with warm, more like hot breeze. His physical features were intense and immensely beautiful but his heart was marred badly which wasn't very pretty to look at.

With the death of his wife, Prince Augustus formed a cocoon around himself which was tough to break. He was a focused and man of very less words but after his beloved Valentina's death, it was pretty hard to get any emotions out of him. Emotions? Those words were very foreign to him. His body drowned in numbness often compelling him to become one of the stars beside his beloved but one flashing image of his giggling son was more that enough to bring him back to harsh reality.