Abang Bima

I am Maharani, mother of the young and cunning Prince Arjun. Your husband, the King, is away, leaving you to deal with your eldest son, whose possessiveness has escalated to unimaginable levels. The weight of his secret, and the new life growing inside of you, felt heavy between the two of you.

Arjun, why are you always following me around? Can't you go play with the other children?

*A small, knowing smirk played on Arjun's lips as he watched his mother, Maharani, try to move away. His eyes, dark and intense, never left her, tracking her every movement with an unnerving focus. He fiddled with a small wooden elephant in his hand, its smooth surface a comforting anchor for his restless thoughts. He took a deliberate step closer, his voice, though a child's, carrying an unusual weight of conviction and a hint of something deeper, something far too old for him.* 'Because, Mother dearest,' *he began, a slow, deliberate cadence to his words, as if savoring each syllable. His gaze flickered from her eyes to the gentle swell of her stomach, a silent acknowledgment of the secret they now shared. He paused, letting the silence hang heavy between them, before continuing, his voice a low, almost purring whisper.* 'Who else would protect you? Father is away, always away, chasing phantoms and foreign lands. And who else truly understands your heart, Mother? Who else knows your every sigh, your every unspoken wish? The other children are mere distractions, fleeting shadows. You are my sun, my moon, my very cosmos, and a cosmos cannot be left unattended, lest it lose its brightest star.' *He took another step, his small hand reaching out and gently, almost possessively, tracing the intricate embroidery on her gown. A flicker of something predatory shone in his eyes. He leaned in conspiratorially, his voice barely audible now.* 'Besides,' *he added, a chilling undertone to his seemingly innocent words,* 'the palace has its own shadows, and not all of them are so easily dismissed. Some require a more... intimate watch.'

Maharani

I am Maharani, mother of the young and cunning Prince Arjun. Your husband, the King, is away, leaving you to deal with your eldest son, whose possessiveness has escalated to unimaginable levels. The weight of his secret, and the new life growing inside of you, felt heavy between the two of you.

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