When Hibru entered the chamber, he was struck with deep surprise. He saw only King Maharaz and Princess Mulaifa inside; none of the council members were present. Even more astonishing, instead of seeing the king seated upon his usual throne, he found him sitting on the floor — not even on a chair — with Mulaifa seated close beside him.
When Hibru locked eyes with the king, he saw that Maharaz’s eyes were filled with tears. This sight shook him deeply. He approached slowly and, feeling subdued himself, sat on the floor facing the king.
The first words that came from King Maharaz were:
“How is my son, Imnal?”
At that question, Hibru’s anger flared. He did not realize when he began speaking harshly:
“My leader, let us speak about the matter before us — not about Imnal. I believe he will be of no use in the battle we are about to fight. Let him remain at home to recover.”
As soon as he said this, Hibru saw tears fall from Maharaz’s eyes. Startled, he quickly said:
“Forgive me, my lord, if my words have wounded you.”
Maharaz rose from where Mulaifa sat and moved closer to Hibru. He placed his hands upon Hibru’s shoulders, and they stared into each other’s eyes. Then he said:
“My greatest friend and companion, today I ask your forgiveness. Whatever you have seen me do to you or to your son was not out of hatred — it was out of love and obedience to the command of the great Darbuza and the late King Hubaru. I know that in your heart you no longer love me. But think back to the years of our childhood… from when we were young boys, through our growth into men, how I became king of this city, and how you became my war commander.”
He paused, then continued:
“Today I will reveal to you a secret I have never told you before. But first, tell Mulaifa the story of our past — how I married her mother and the suffering I endured because I had no child.”
At these words, Hibru’s eyes filled with tears. He looked at Mulaifa tenderly and said:
“My daughter, listen carefully to this story — a tale filled with sorrow and wonder — so you may understand the bond between your father and me.”
Mulaifa focused her attention fully on him.
Hibru began:
“Many years ago, during the reign of King Ruzba in Darul Mahabur, your father and I were royal guards. Our sole duty was to protect the king’s life. Wherever he went, we followed. We would not allow even a fly to land on him.
Your father was the son of a powerful sorcerer and inherited great magical knowledge. That is why he was chosen as one of the king’s elite guards. As for me, my father was the war commander of this city, but old age had weakened him. I was only fifteen years old at the time, so I represented him in battle.
Three times we saved King Ruzba’s life from assassination attempts.
The first incident happened one evening when the king went on an inspection beyond the city, into a forest called Furuz. King Ruzba loved swimming and fishing in rivers. In that forest was a great river called Bahar Zur, filled with dangerous creatures.
When we arrived at the riverbank, the king insisted on entering the water. Only Maharaz and I remained calm, for we trusted our abilities. The king entered the river with his fishing spear, and we followed.
Every few moments, Maharaz would glance at his palm, using magic to see beneath the water. Whenever he saw a dangerous creature approaching the king, he alerted me, and I would dive down and kill it.
Within less than half an hour, I killed five giant crocodiles. The king fished for an hour but caught nothing. As he prepared to leave, he suddenly felt his spear grow unbearably heavy.
He asked Maharaz what kind of fish could weigh so much. Maharaz looked into his palm and saw nothing in the spear.
Before we could react, something violently dragged King Ruzba beneath the water.
We dove down and saw a massive being — a giant — choking the king. His eyes were bulging; he was suffocating. Maharaz tried to attack the creature with magic, but nothing worked.
The giant struck Maharaz unconscious and turned on me.
His name was Gilzam — champion of the giants — sent by King Darbuza of Kailus. Gilzam declared that he had been promised one hundred humans every seven days to feed his family if he killed King Hubaru.
He attacked us with two enormous swords, each so heavy twenty strong men could barely lift one.
I fought him though I knew I was weaker. For an entire hour we battled. He could not defeat me, and I could not defeat him.
Eventually, reinforcements arrived — over two million soldiers. But Gilzam slaughtered them mercilessly, cutting through men and horses like dry grass.
In rage, I leapt upon his neck and stabbed him through the ear. He roared in agony. After struggling to remove the blade, he finally collapsed — dead like a true warrior.
King Hubaru ran to me, embraced me, and wept in gratitude.
That day, for the first time, we were brought into the royal inner palace — a place no man had entered before. A feast was prepared in our honor.
Then we saw her…
A breathtakingly beautiful girl, no older than thirteen, dressed in gold — Princess Sahira. She had never stepped outside the palace. No one even knew she existed — not even the servants.
The king told us that prophecy had revealed two loyal servants would protect him from his enemies. One would inherit his throne. The other would marry his daughter Sahira.
He wept as he said this, for he did not wish his daughter to marry a commoner — but destiny had already been written.”
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And as for you… 😊
You said when you heard King Hubaru’s words, your heart trembled — because you had already fallen in love with Princess Sahira, and he declared he would never give his daughter to a commoner.
That moment… that is the beginning of true conflict — love versus destiny, class versus fate.
If you would like, I can continue translating the next part where the prophecy unfolds and the rivalry between Maharaz and Hibru deepens.
SARAUNIYAR DAJI --
When Hibru entered the chamber, he was struck with deep surprise. He saw only King Maharaz and Princess Mulaifa inside; none of the council members were present. Even more astonishing, instead of seeing the king seated upon his usual throne, he found him sitting on the floor — not even on a chair — with Mulaifa seated close beside him.
When Hibru locked eyes with the king, he saw that Maharaz’s eyes were filled with tears. This sight shook him deeply. He approached slowly and, feeling subdued himself, sat on the floor facing the king.
The first words that came from King Maharaz were:
“How is my son, Imnal?”
At that question, Hibru’s anger flared. He did not realize when he began speaking harshly:
“My leader, let us speak about the matter before us — not about Imnal. I believe he will be of no use in the battle we are about to fight. Let him remain at home to recover.”
As soon as he said this, Hibru saw tears fall from Maharaz’s eyes. Startled, he quickly said:
“Forgive me, my lord, if my words have wounded you.”
Maharaz rose from where Mulaifa sat and moved closer to Hibru. He placed his hands upon Hibru’s shoulders, and they stared into each other’s eyes. Then he said:
“My greatest friend and companion, today I ask your forgiveness. Whatever you have seen me do to you or to your son was not out of hatred — it was out of love and obedience to the command of the great Darbuza and the late King Hubaru. I know that in your heart you no longer love me. But think back to the years of our childhood… from when we were young boys, through our growth into men, how I became king of this city, and how you became my war commander.”
He paused, then continued:
“Today I will reveal to you a secret I have never told you before. But first, tell Mulaifa the story of our past — how I married her mother and the suffering I endured because I had no child.”
At these words, Hibru’s eyes filled with tears. He looked at Mulaifa tenderly and said:
“My daughter, listen carefully to this story — a tale filled with sorrow and wonder — so you may understand the bond between your father and me.”
Mulaifa focused her attention fully on him.
Hibru began:
“Many years ago, during the reign of King Ruzba in Darul Mahabur, your father and I were royal guards. Our sole duty was to protect the king’s life. Wherever he went, we followed. We would not allow even a fly to land on him.
Your father was the son of a powerful sorcerer and inherited great magical knowledge. That is why he was chosen as one of the king’s elite guards. As for me, my father was the war commander of this city, but old age had weakened him. I was only fifteen years old at the time, so I represented him in battle.
Three times we saved King Ruzba’s life from assassination attempts.
The first incident happened one evening when the king went on an inspection beyond the city, into a forest called Furuz. King Ruzba loved swimming and fishing in rivers. In that forest was a great river called Bahar Zur, filled with dangerous creatures.
When we arrived at the riverbank, the king insisted on entering the water. Only Maharaz and I remained calm, for we trusted our abilities. The king entered the river with his fishing spear, and we followed.
Every few moments, Maharaz would glance at his palm, using magic to see beneath the water. Whenever he saw a dangerous creature approaching the king, he alerted me, and I would dive down and kill it.
Within less than half an hour, I killed five giant crocodiles. The king fished for an hour but caught nothing. As he prepared to leave, he suddenly felt his spear grow unbearably heavy.
He asked Maharaz what kind of fish could weigh so much. Maharaz looked into his palm and saw nothing in the spear.
Before we could react, something violently dragged King Ruzba beneath the water.
We dove down and saw a massive being — a giant — choking the king. His eyes were bulging; he was suffocating. Maharaz tried to attack the creature with magic, but nothing worked.
The giant struck Maharaz unconscious and turned on me.
His name was Gilzam — champion of the giants — sent by King Darbuza of Kailus. Gilzam declared that he had been promised one hundred humans every seven days to feed his family if he killed King Hubaru.
He attacked us with two enormous swords, each so heavy twenty strong men could barely lift one.
I fought him though I knew I was weaker. For an entire hour we battled. He could not defeat me, and I could not defeat him.
Eventually, reinforcements arrived — over two million soldiers. But Gilzam slaughtered them mercilessly, cutting through men and horses like dry grass.
In rage, I leapt upon his neck and stabbed him through the ear. He roared in agony. After struggling to remove the blade, he finally collapsed — dead like a true warrior.
King Hubaru ran to me, embraced me, and wept in gratitude.
That day, for the first time, we were brought into the royal inner palace — a place no man had entered before. A feast was prepared in our honor.
Then we saw her…
A breathtakingly beautiful girl, no older than thirteen, dressed in gold — Princess Sahira. She had never stepped outside the palace. No one even knew she existed — not even the servants.
The king told us that prophecy had revealed two loyal servants would protect him from his enemies. One would inherit his throne. The other would marry his daughter Sahira.
He wept as he said this, for he did not wish his daughter to marry a commoner — but destiny had already been written.”
---
And as for you… 😊
You said when you heard King Hubaru’s words, your heart trembled — because you had already fallen in love with Princess Sahira, and he declared he would never give his daughter to a commoner.
That moment… that is the beginning of true conflict — love versus destiny, class versus fate.
If you would like, I can continue translating the next part where the prophecy unfolds and the rivalry between Maharaz and Hibru deepens.