#also yes this is from raktha charitam

[ahamasmiyodhah]

"No one would have cared if I died, isn't it?" Rudraveer had mocked, throwing a fleeting bit painfult glance at Bhadraja who burned with anger at her husband but the pain in the sentence sent a knife through her chest.

Yes, as much as wrong it was for her to not tell Rudraveer about Bhallaladeva, she believed it was better she forget the past. What she didn't knew was the past would come to haunt her like that.

Ambikavathi was in Devipuram, but always confined in her room, rarely coming out. Whispers and rumours made her realise that Ambikavathi found out about her and Bhallaladeva's love— although it was all past and both him and her were loyal to their partners — it didn't ended well.

Devasena's letter hadn't said much, but did said that Ambikavathi and Sivagami had a fierce face off, where the pride of Devipuram had called out the Queen Mother on her often toxic behaviour and favoritism and had left Mahishmati in a fit of rage, stating that she will come when she feels that they have repented truly.

"But Anna (Brother)," Nidambara's soft voice had broken her reverie. Rudraveer was still undercover, but Nidambara often called him Anna, and the soldiers deduced it that the young Princess had made their Senapati her sworn brother. "Why does you say so? We all love you, we were so worried." She said.

"Yes, you were Ambara!" Rudraveer tugged at his horse's reins, his eyes falling on Bhadraja. "But who I wanted wasn't."

And Bhadraja never felt the pain she had felt when he said that ever.

"Who made you into this?" "Love."