Pregnant For The Royal Prince

THE rays of the beautiful morning sun flickered through the French windows, its cottons were partly opened and so, paving way for the rays to filter in.

The room was well lit, all neat and well ventilated that beautiful morning. Soft music tuned on, low played in the stereo.

Raghav groaned and sat up on the bed, he put out his legs and got up. He had been awake for like thirty minutes ago.

He walked towards the window and looked out, using his eyes to survey the palace environs as he shifted the cottons, it was beautiful, beholding it from an upstair window made it more beautiful.

The fresh gentle air coming from the garden caressed his face and he closed his eyes, savouring it.

A beautiful yellow bird suddenly flew from the garden, to the window where he stood. It perched on the lattice chirping and pecking at its reflection on the window.

Raghav smiled.

“Good morning beautiful little creature”, he whispered.

It continued chirping and pecking for some time, then it flew away, back to the garden.

He sighed and looked down at himself, gosh! He was still in his pyjamas, he hadn’t even brushed for the morning.

He turned from the window and walked into the bathroom to wash up.

Turning on the tap, he washed his face, then singled out a toothbrush from the many toothbrushes in the rack, put in some toothpaste and began brushing.

Minutes later, he was done, he came out, still in his pyjamas, not ready for bath yet.

He walked to his dressing mirror and a knock came on the door. He didn’t answer, neither did he turn, typical of him.

The knock came again, and he grunted a response.

“Who’s it? Come in”, his deep emotionless baritone spoke as he frowned.

He turned, picking up a small comb.

The door opened and Alina stepped in, smiling broadly, flashing her thirty two.

“Good morning Maharana”, she greeted bowing, then closed the door behind her.

The frowns on Raghav’s face lightened as he combed his hair.

“Morning Alina, how was your night?” He asked.

“Very fine Maharana, and yours?” Her hands went behind her as she stood, still smiling.

“Good”, he nodded, tossing the comb on the dressing table.

“Um, my Prince, I just came to check up on you”, she winked.

He sighed folding his arms and leaning on the dressing table, he looked at the sheepishly smiling lady standing before him, he shook his head.

What nerve she has got to have come into his room that morning just to check up on him, he shook his head again.

He didn’t blame her, it was his fault. He had taken a liking on her since his return, and had even made her notice it. She was the only palace maid he knew her name apart from the chief maid’s, to put it more understandably, she was his favorite maid.

He envisaged Alina had noticed it and that alone, was the sole reason she was here, otherwise…

“Well I’m good”, he replied.

“I can see you are yet to have your bath, can I prepare your bath water?” She asked.

Raghav waved his right hand.

“Don’t bother about that Alina, I…”.

“I get you”, she interrupted giving him a thumbs up, “I will do that my Prince, don’t worry”, she said and dashed into the bathroom.

Raghav sighed watching her retreating figure as it entered the bathroom, then he walked over to his bed and sat.

Soon he heard the rushing of the tap, and minutes later she was out.

“It’s done Your Grace”, she bowed smiling.

“Thank you, you can leave”, he got up and walked into the bathroom. He heard the door to his room close, and he began offing his clothes.

…. Hours Later….

Raghav sat on his piano facing the window playing soft tunes with his keyboard, singing alongside.

Hours ago after taking his bath, Alina had come in as usual to serve his breakfast.

Since his return, only once had he eaten at the dining with the rest of the family, other meals he had has always been in his room.

A knock came on the door, he ignored it typical of him, playing his piano and singing alongside.

“What a beautiful tune you playing Maharana”, it was the Queen.

Raghav smiled and stopped, he turned to his mother, she was smiling and walking towards him, a young man was with her.

“Good morning Rani”, he stood up and bowed. “Thank you mom”, he added, smiling.

“Long live Your Grace”, the young man with his mother bowed, greeting.

“Morning”, he replied, nodding.

“How are you doing this morning my handsome Prince?” Arya asked caressing his cheeks.

“Very good mom, and you?”

“I’m good as well. You had your breakfast?” She asked sitting on the couch close by.

“Sure mom”, he nodded.

Arya smiled.

“I see. You haven’t gone to see your father and sister since you returned”.

Raghav sighed, running his left hand through his hair.

“I was planning on doing that today”.

“Please do. With me here is Zoya”, she placed her right hand on the young man’s left arm.

“He is your personal assistant and your personal guard, he is gonna be leading you anywhere you want to go. Any question about the kingdom and the way things are done which you want to know, he is gonna put you through”, she said.

Raghav nodded and looked at the young man, he was muscular and hefty, the kind of person he wanted.

“I see, so he is more than an assistant then”.

His mom and Zoya laughed.

“Whatever you say sweetheart”.

“I’m at your service my Prince”, Zoya said bowing slightly.

“And I do hope you will enjoy working with me, and I with you”, he said, his face emotionless and expressionless.

“So you two should familiarize yourselves, get to know each other better, I will be leaving”, she got up.

“Alright mom”, Raghav said giving her a light embrace and a peck on her forehead.

“Good luck Zoya”, and she began walking to the door.

“Thanks Your Grace”, he bowed.

Arya got to the door and walked out.

“So, what is your full name?” Raghav asked as he sat back on his piano seat.

“Zoya Yash Your Highness”, he smartly replied.

“Graduate?”

“Yes”.

“Hmm, Zoya you will be doing more than just an assistant to me”.

“You already said that before Your Grace”, he slightly bowed, his arms behind him.

Raghav nodded, he liked his smartness.

“I wouldn’t like a third party affair to anything we gonna be having together, no secrets between us and no pretense”.

“Noted my Prince”.

“Good”, he got up, “lastly, you do anything I say no matter how weird it looks or whatever adjective you wanna use in qualifying, and no matter what it takes”.

“Noted”.

“I don’t really need your service now”, he began walking out, Zoya followed.

“Just hang around, I will call when I need you”, they got to the door and Zoya rushed forward to open it.

“Alright my Prince”, Raghav walked out the room and he followed.

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Prisha sat on the seat adjacent her reading table in her room flipping through the textbook in her left hand, a pen on the right and some notebooks on the table.

Her phone on the bed metres away played soft music in low tunes as she studied.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and it instantly opened, revealing Raghav, her brother.

“Wow!” She mouthed and stood up, dropping the textbook. The Prince entered.

“Your Grace”, she bowed, smiling.

“How you doing little Princess?” He walked further into the room.

“Fine as you can see”, she laughed and sat down.

“I see”, he nodded.

“Since the Guru has refused to go to the mountain, the mountain decided to go to the Guru”, he said sitting on the bed.

She rolled her eyes.

“No big brother, don’t say that. You actually are the one who is supposed to come see me”, she argued.

Raghav scoffed.

“Right anyway, so how are you?” He asked again.

“I’m actually fine, and you?”

“Good”, he picked up her phone.

“Do you want to get me another one big bro?” She winked.

He looked at her.

“Get you another one? Which am I gonna get if I’m to? This is obviously the latest iphone”, he dropped it on the bed.

She laughed.

“There is no harm in asking you know”, she winked.

He sighed.

“Dad told me you were abducted”, he diverged, “how did that get to happen exactly? Weren’t you with guards?”

Prisha sighed, dropping her pen on the table.

“I was with guards big bro, four of them. But this isn’t the time to apportion blames on the guards, they were helpless”.

He scoffed.

“How do you mean?”

“They were hypnotized, like black magic was used on them and they for a moment, went out of their senses. I saw them, I saw them acting like dummies. Then he captured me, took me into his car and drove off”, she explained.

“He? Who was he?”

“I don’t know”, she shook her head, “he was masked. He first took me to a dilapidated building, took off my royal rings, signets, beads and robes. Then blindfolded me, tied up my hands and legs, and drove me away again”.

Raghav sat up, looking more interested.

“Took you off to where? How were you saved?” He reeled out questions.

She sat back into her seat.

“He took me to the woods, it was only when a lady had helped to untie me…”.

“A lady?” He asked wide eyed.

She nodded.

“Yep, a beautiful lady, she is my saviour. She had been the one who came out from nowhere, untied me and then took me out of the woods, and to the hospital”.

“Interesting”, he blurted.

“Where had you been to before this whole drama started?” He asked.

“I had been to aunt’s place, to visit our cousins, it was on my way back”.

“What!” He stood up.

Her gaze followed him as he got up.

“Anything big bro, you suspecting anyone?” She asked already having a feeling he was.

He nodded.

“I suspect Amaya”.

What!