The love interest of Veer and the four woman spread like a wild fire and even the council in Royal council was not starting to make bets who will get Veer and how as the rumour reached to the King Bhoj himself. He called forth the people in the case and as the council was seated now just for the Veer.
As the murmuring of the crowd crescendoed, the King raised his hand, commanding silence. "Speak, Veer. Do not delay. You owe us an answer that all have been waiting for," he declared, his voice reverberating through the cavernous hall.
Stepping into the radiant sunlight that filtered through the intricately designed marble windows, Veer exuded a magnetic aura, his characteristic half-smirk playing on his lips. The light played off his features, creating an almost ethereal glow that captivated the onlookers. Turning his back to the assembled court, he faced the magnificent throne, a seat of power that had known both glory and strife.
With a calmness that sent a ripple of intrigue through the crowd, Veer declared, "I will not marry for war. I will not marry for peace. I will marry for something older than empires and truer than titles." His words rolled through the hall like a tide, washing over the audience in an unexpected wave of emotion.
A profound stillness ensued, every pair of eyes focused intently on him. It was as if time itself had paused, holding its breath, waiting for what would come next.
As he knows now is not the time for the suspense, "WELL…" he booms, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife. "I suppose that leaves me with… four goddesses and a rather awkward silence."
The room erupts into a flurry of gasps, laughter, and murmurs, a mix of disbelief and amusement sweeping through the crowd.
With a confident grin that showcases his charm and mischief, he continues to address the audience, "My lords, my ladies… sages, merchants, spies, and flatterers—yes, I see you all! You expected me to choose one among this brilliant assembly of women. But let me pose a question: why should a man confine himself to a single narrative when fate has crafted for him an entire epic?"
The Minister of Morality, visibly horrified, interjects, "You can't marry all four! It's unheard of!" His voice quivers with a mixture of righteousness and dread.
From the corner of the court, the High Priest mutters under his breath, "It's sheer heresy… a direct affront to our traditions!"
Princess Devayani, ever the epitome of composure, responds with icy calmness, "So now we are merely backup scrolls in your story?"
Ariyana, unable to stifle her amusement, chuckles and says, "He's either mad or brilliant. Perhaps both."
Alina, crossing her arms with a playful smirk, throws in, "At least we know he's consistently infuriating."
Yet with unwavering confidence, Veer states, "You call it madness. I call it truth. You see marriage as a means of possession; I envision it as an alliance. Each of you has imparted invaluable lessons that this realm desperately needs."
As he paces the grand hall, he takes the time to address each princess individually: "Devayani, you embody justice—the very backbone of this kingdom. Ariyana, you are the fierce spirit of fire and diplomacy—the sword encased in a velvet glove. Alina, you represent unwavering loyalty, the roots that nourish us from beneath the surface. And what of Ruksana? She was my constant shadow, but even shadows must find rest."
Then, with all the flair that could only be described as characteristically Veer, he proclaims, "Thus, I extend my hand not merely in romantic pursuit, but in the spirit of revolution."
He pauses, letting the weight of his words sink in, and continues, "Let us rewrite the rules by which kingdoms are governed. Let us shatter the laws penned by cowards and instead forge bonds that transcend mere affection: bonds rooted in mutual respect and shared madness."
The king leans back in his throne, utterly speechless, while Ruksana watches on with a faint smile—an expression that reveals she anticipated this audacious proclamation. The crowd, meanwhile, is divided, with half struck by horror and the other half captivated by the intoxicating allure of Veer's bold vision.
As Devayani takes a step forward, her expression unreadable, she declares, "If I choose to say yes, it will not be because I am subdued; it will be because I stand resolutely alongside the storm."
Ariyana shrugs with uncontainable glee, "He's absolutely crazy. But if the empire is to crumble, I'd much prefer to hold his hand when it happens."
Alina, arms still crossed, nods ever so slightly, her resolve hardening, "Just don't expect me to smile in those royal portraits."
At this pivotal moment, the king raises himself from his throne, his voice booming with authority and gravitas, "Let it be proclaimed—never has the Kingdom of Malwa witnessed such a union… nor shall it ever again."
He gestures broadly, sealing the moment's magnitude. "Veer of the Waters. Genius of Madness. May your house know strength, and your women possess boundless patience."
As the court explodes into a cacophony of cheers mingled with disbelief, Veer bows deeply, a radiant grin lighting up his face as he meets the wide-eyed gazes of the stunned ministers.
"Told you I was uncontrollable," he quips, his voice laced with mischief, sealing his fate with a flourish that only he could muster.