Indian_Painter

Born as a test subject yearning for freedom, he never imagined that a gamble of fate would leave him as a youngest prince of the once-mighty Vijayanagar Empire in the 16th century India. Fueled by his undying thirst for absolute control and endless amusement, he stops at nothing to achieve his desires. Follow along as His actions, driven by a twisted sense of entertainment, plunging the empire into a maelstrom of chaos.


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Empire of India: Rise of the Ruthless Prince

Harsha got ready for the coronation ceremony. He wore an elegant dark blue tunic and pajamas coupled with a white overcoat. His golden earrings reflected the morning sunlight. His long hair was combed and styled with oils.

He liked minimalistic jewelry so Harsha wore only a golden ring and a thin golden necklace. The assistant did their best to make him look as good as possible for the ceremony. Harsha smelled faintly of jasmine. Looking in the mirror, he remembers the coronation ceremony. His current look was similar.

The ceremony was starting in an hour and he headed to Isabel and Maria's room to talk to them before they entered.

The guard at the door of Isabel's room bowed at Harsha's presence. He knocked on the door; there was no response.

He looked at the soldier. "Is she in there?"

He knocked again and this time a maid opened the door. She looked flustered seeing Harsha and reluctantly let him enter.

Maratha Coronation [1]