(Moments After Raja Vaarun Arrives at the Palace)

It took me years to master my own storm. To know when to calm, when to burst, when to break and when to rebuild. I've battled fate, bent steel with will, and taught my own heart to obey. But Samhita is the only force I can never win against. No matter how mighty a man becomes, there's always a power above him that humbles him. She is that power for me; not one I'm compelled to bow to, but one I worship. Willingly. Devoutly.

It's been two days. Just two. But my heart is refusing to understand her need for distance. I respect her wishes, her boundaries; truly, I do. But some part of me still rebels. Not out of defiance... but because every inch between us feels like a wound.

I miss her. 

I can see her passing through the palace corridors. And still, I ache for her.