Life, Purpose and life's mission, Stories

A Center Force

“You know? You and your husband are the newest Omphalos.” Princess MayRose mused to her cousin.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning, you’re the daughter of a powerful Royal couple and your husband is an Emperor.”

“And?” Indira sighed.

MayRose sighed. “Do you not understand? You two are the common link between two extremes. Your union has created a powerful center. Use this to influence peace around you. Otherwise, your links to other kingdoms will be used as strings by the evil ones and you the puppets. You cannot be indifferent to what you possess!”

With this post, the Weekend Writing Prompt has been going for a full five years! Where has the time gone? Thanks so much to everyone who joins in.  It’s lovely to have you all here. ~ Sammi A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to […]

Weekend Writing Prompt #260- Omphalos
Christian Musings, Stories

Peace Talks

Indira sat astride her window, as streaks of lightning pierced the night.

She recalled her plea to Queen Sapphire:

Pray persuade your husband that no element of your affection lies with my husband.”

Tis betwixt you and your husband. Our people deserve not to suffer for it.”

Weekend Writing Prompt #199 – Element
Christian Musings, Stories

Chronicles of the Crown: Preparing for Romance.

“Seduce him”, Empress Indira told a wife, as she looked through clothes needed to seduce her own husband.

What, my Queen?” The woman gasped in disbelief, as she blushed. “I cannot do that!” She exclaimed.

“And why not? Is he not your husband?”, Indira queried.

“Well yes, but…that is not proper!”

Indira arched her brow, “Not proper? Says who?”

When the woman kept stammering, trying to find a proper answer — Indira presumed, as she set aside a set tinkling breast net made of jewels. Finding it hard ignoring the ignorance of the young wife, she faced her.

“Look. If you don’t move fast someone who has no problem seducing your husband will get him. And not because he’s willing, but because his own wife is unwilling to love him, as he needs to be loved.”

She raised her freshly painted hand to silence the blustering wife.

“You came here seeking for the counsel of your queen, did you not?”

“Aye, your highness.” She replied a bit timidly.

“Now go to the market. Purchase the most scandalous dancer’s attire you can find in your husband’s favourite colours.”

Indira turned back to her chest of treasures and pulled out a glass-like anklet, “Prepare and serve him his favourite meals in the attires.”

Indira glanced up from admiring the anklet that had been part of her wedding gift from her husband, the king. “Surely, you can afford such luxury considering all you say your husband has provided?

“Yes, my lady”

“Ah. Before all that, have your maids prepare you as a girl about to wed.”

“If you really appreciate the love you say your husband has shown you, this should not be a problem. Can you dance?”

“Yes, my Queen.”

“Then do just that. Serve him yourself and dance for your husband in those attires for one week — starting today.”

She looked at the anxious looking wife and smiled in understanding empathy. “Just put your soul, spirit and body into it. Now off with you. Your assignment begins now.”

Long live the Queen, beloved of the King.” She said in obeisance and Indira smiled fondly when she said “beloved of the King“.

She was indeed loved.

And she intended to reciprocate not just with words but with her actions.

“Greetings Indira”

Indira looked up and saw her lovely sister in law with some maids carrying covered trays behind.

“Well Tickles.” Indira smiled in warm welcome.

“Tickles” was the nickname she gave her sister in law. Because her laughter always sounded like someone was tickling her.

“What brings you to this side of town?” Indira teased referring to the sprawling palace as a “town”

Tickles giggled. “An errand of love and the palace is not that big.”

“My brother, the king has put together a celebration in your honour tomorrow evening.” Tickles gushed.

Indira was touched. “He need not do that. I am humbled by the honour he bestows me.” She whispered.

“He also sends you these”, she signalled to maids.

They came forward, bent before Indira and uncovered the trays at once with fanfare.

Indira gasped. And so did her people that came to her new home with her.

It’s because the trays contained the clothes, jewels and sandals made in colours and designs of a female monarch from her father’s empire.

He must have picked up the idea from how her mother dressed.

But, it was unique in how Indira liked to dress herself. It was like he composed a description of her in the details.

“Indira? Why are you crying? Don’t you like them? My brother says it can be re-designed as you wish—-“

“Nay Tickles. I love everything here. Tell your brother I thank him. From the depth of my heart” Indira sniffled and smiled.

“A warrior queen crying.” Tickles shook her head in mock disbelief, “Never thought I will see that day.” She teased.

Indira gave a watery laugh, “Blame it on your brother.”

“As for thanking my brother. You will have to do that yourself. I’m done running errands between you two.” Princess Tickles said cheerily on her way out, as the maids bowed again to Indira before hurrying after the Emperor’s sister.

Indira touched the attire reverently. So beautiful… She thought as her cousin said the same out loud.

All Indira could do was nod in agreement. Her eyes fell on a dazzling brown gem pendant.

She squeezed and it clicked open. What she saw in it brought a huge smile to her face.

In her mother tongue etched in platinum:

…to many sentimental celebrations in the flying future, my Indira. Yours alone, •Sergei•

https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2021/01/01/january-2021-writing-prompts/ 11. Sentimental celebrations, 7. Ignoring the ignorance, 10. The flying future.

Stories

Chronicles of the Crown: Court Conspiracies.

Indira knew some elements where trying to beguile her husband into a trap.

Not on my watch, Indira thought.

Respected chiefs of the realm. Allow the warlords discuss this with his majesty at length. I’m sure your king will let you know his verdict on the matter, soon enough.” Indira cajoled

Weekend Writing Prompt #194 – Beguile
Stories

Chronicles of the Crown:…

“Welcome my Lord!”, Indira smiled as she ran into her husband’s…chest.

At her puzzled look, he brought his hands forward, to present her…the most breathtaking bundle of flowers, she’s ever seen.

Tis beautiful….” Indira whispered as she held the flowers to her chest.

He relaxed and smiled. “I knew not what flowers you preferred—“

Indira stopped her husband with a smouldering kiss. He had been tenacious in loving her.

T’was time.

Weekend Writing Prompt #192 – Tenacious
Christian Musings

Chronicles of the Crown: Delicate Decree

The royal spectators gasped as the wild horse the emperor was wrangling, nearly trampled him.

Indira dropped inelegantly into her seat. She still felt dizzy from watching her husband almost get trampled.

She snatched the fan from one of the fanning maids, and fanned herself vigorously.

Empress Er’Oria watched her daughter with muted amusement.

“And you say, you don’t love your husband” She stated as she continued watching her son-in-law wrangle the horse.

“Mother please. Not now” Indira huffed.

“You are in denial that your husband is the reason you are in such sweet chaos.

Indira shook her head in exasperation.

“When you and husband welcomed me, I saw butterfly wings and bear paws.

Indira startled.

“Aye ye know what that foretells: Love, love-child and danger. Danger to your emperor-husband”

Indira closed her eyes in despair.

“It is my most delicate decree, that you consummate your marriage without delay. I doubt you will forgive yourself, should he die without you bearing a love-heir for him. Who knows? Maybe your embrace will increase protection around him and inspire him to stay alive for you and the babe.”

“Ma–”

“Be calm, Indira. I pray you and your husband will live long and be victorious. I merely ask that you do your part.

“Yes, mother.” Indira sighed in concession.

November Writing Prompts: 1-Sweet chaos, 2-Butterfly wings and bear paws 29-A delicate decree

Stories

Emira’s Parents

“Habibi?” Iré called as she peered into her husband’s study.

The Emir raised his head upon hearing his queen’s soothing voice. And his breath caught. He sighed. After thirty years of marriage, she still stimulated his senses. 

He smiled in delight, “Hey Baby”. 

Iré inclined her head in response with an answering smile of her own, as she walked into the study.

He watched her walk towards him. She was wearing an Indian inspired silver pantsuit, beaded flat shoes and her upswept 4C hair was caught in a single pearl string. 

As she leaned in to kiss him, her cinnamon and beige skin made her minimal jewellery look dim.

He pulled her into his lap. 

” Hmm. That was delicious, my Delight.”

Iré giggled, “That’s a new one. Delights and Deliciousness.”

That’s what I feel every time I see you. Sounds harmless but a more potent combination I can’t fathom.” Salim linked his fingers with hers.

She smiled with delight.

“Have you heard from Emira?”

“No. But Tailap has called me, telling me she’s just had dinner with his family and at the time we were speaking she was chatting with his wife.” The Emir reported.

Iré pursed her lips and sighed. “I suppose if I want to know more I will have to call my daughter. How’s General Tailap?” She quickly added as her husband opened his mouth to defend himself.

Salim sighed and shook his head, “You aren’t implying that I am keeping vital information from you, are you?”

“Are you not?” She retorted playfully.

“Busted” Salim smiled.

“Not quite”

His smile dimmed slightly, “Emira is fine, darling.” He said with a serious tone.

“I believe you.” She said with conviction as she kissed her husband.

August Writing Prompts – Delights and deliciousness