Dvesas
Siddarth

Gayatri stopped in front of a field where the soldiers were gathering. It appeared that a man was swinging his sword against some of the soldiers who were attacking him.

The man swiftly dispelled the soldiers who invaded him. The slick sword swing, followed by the movement of his limbs that punched and kicked opponents who were not reached by his sword.

The soldiers cheers echoed in the field as the gallant man finished off one by one

his opponent. Gayatri involuntarily cheered and clapped. Gayatri's cheers were heard by the gallant man. He turned his body to look

the owner of the foreign voice among the voices of the men.

“What are you doing here, we are all waiting for you. Hurry” Utari said while

pulled Gayatri's hand away.

The dashing man could only stare at the back of the owner of the foreign voice away.

Utari, Gayatri, along with other palace ladies are embroidering decorations on the flag that will be flown during the war memorial ceremony.

“The original flag that Putera Pandu brought in the war, it can not be hoisted because some parts have been damaged. Therefore we replace it with a new replica”

Utari looked at the dreamy looking Gayatri.

“Gayatri, Gayatri” Utari shaking Gayatri's body.

“I was thinking of the dashing man I saw in the palace field” Gayatri replied honestly.

Utari smiled witfully at Gayatri's reply.

“He was the third son of King Sri Narendra, Siddarth. Many girls are fascinated by him”

“Siddarth, nice name”

“Stop thinking about it, Siddarth is only interested in war and power”

“War? Doesn't Astapura have almost all of Hindustan?”

“Of course, King Sri Narendra has a dream of uniting all of Hindustan so that there will be no civil war like a century ago”

They finished the embroidery of the flag and took it to the palace. They went back through the field where the soldiers were training, but it seemed like they were

repose.

Gayatri did not see the hordes of soldiers like this morning, but only found one troop of soldiers standing guard.

There was a sense of disappointment in his heart as he still wanted to stare at the man, but soon

put that dirty mind aside. He must remain dignified as his mother taught him in order to always keep his outlook and attitude.

Utari again smiled at the funny behavior of Gayatri, who shook her head while blinking her eyes.

Of the many buildings, there is one building at the back

castles.

“What's that building?” Gayatri asked Utari who did not allow her to approach the building.

Utari seemed hesitant to answer him, but at Gayatri's insistence he was forced to inform Gayatri.

“That's the residence of the palace dancers. Let's leave this place”

“Is this really just a place where dancers live?” said Gayatri who looked at Utari full of search.

Utari looked left and right before whispering something to Gayatri.

After hearing the words Utari whispered, the two of them rushed to leave the place.

In a hurry, Gayatri hit someone in front of her. He almost fell but was immediately saved by the owner of the body he hit.

Gayatri immediately put away the man's hand and stood straight in front of him. He didn't want any strange rumors just because he was saved by that man.

“Salam Siddarth” Utari said greeting his sister-in-law.

“Salam sister-in-law”

Siddarth looked at Gayatri who looked down.

“Sister-in-law, what is the punishment for a girl who secretly peeked at a man practicing sword”

Gayatri was offended to hear Siddarth's words. He did not mean to act disrespectful, but rather just happened to pass by and watch the man train. After all the word peeking is too excessive, because the exercise is done in the open field.

But Gayatri's tongue is like a mute. He is unable to defend himself. The man's look

intimidating him, it was no wonder he only liked war and power.

“Pardon us if my sister is being disrespectful. Introduce this daughter of King Daneswara of Dwipajaya Nusantara, her name is Gayatri”

Utari introduced Gayatri who spontaneously clenched her hand to greet Siddarth.

“Mr Siddarth, the King wants to see you” said a soldier who came with a message from the king.

“I will see him soon” said Siddarth who once again glanced at Gayatri.

Gayatri did the same to avenge Siddarth's glance. The sharp gaze of the man as if grinding “We will meet again”.

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