A great day with a great responsibility

The preparations for the royal festival were in full swing. The capital was alive with excitement, as merchants, performers, and citizens alike bustled about in anticipation of the grand event. Banners of vibrant colors adorned every street corner, and the sweet scent of flowers and freshly baked goods filled the air. Tanvi and Rahul, now in charge of organizing the festival's culinary delights, were hard at work in the palace kitchens, directing staff and ensuring that every detail was perfect.

"This has to be flawless," Tanvi said, her brow furrowed as she inspected a tray of sweets. "The royal family will be watching closely, and this festival could be a turning point for us."

Rahul grinned, wiping his hands on a cloth as he tasted one of the sweets. "Don't worry so much. Everything's coming together. The King will be so pleased, we might even get a personal audience with him afterward."

Tanvi raised an eyebrow. "You think so? After everything that's happened with Mahesh, I'm not so sure."

"Mahesh is just a bitter old man," Rahul said dismissively. "He can't touch us here, not during the festival. We've worked too hard for this."

Mira entered the room, carrying a basket of freshly made sweets. "These are ready for the banquet. I have to say, Tanvi, they're the best batch we've made yet!"

Tanvi smiled, but her mind was still occupied with the mounting pressure of the event. "Thanks, Mira. Just make sure everything is in place for the final inspection. The royal family will be arriving soon."

As the day wore on, the palace grounds transformed into a scene of celebration. Musicians played lively tunes, dancers spun in dazzling costumes, and the smell of roasted meats and spiced sweets wafted through the air. The courtyard was filled with laughter and cheer, and guests from all over the kingdom had gathered to celebrate.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the palace, Tanvi took a moment to step outside and breathe in the cool evening air. She looked out at the sea of people enjoying the festivities, feeling a sense of pride for what they had accomplished.

Rahul joined her, leaning against the railing. "See? I told you it would be a success."

Tanvi smiled faintly. "It's not over yet. We still have the banquet to get through."

"You're too hard on yourself," Rahul said, nudging her playfully. "Everything's perfect. Relax for a bit, will you?"

But before Tanvi could respond, a sudden commotion from the palace gates caught their attention. A group of royal guards, dressed in the colors of a neighboring kingdom, had arrived, their faces stern and their movements precise.

Rahul frowned. "Who are they? I don't remember seeing them on the guest list."

Tanvi narrowed her eyes, something about the newcomers unsettling her. "Neither do I."

Just then, the captain of the palace guard, a tall man with a scar across his face, approached Tanvi and Rahul with urgency in his step. "You two, come with me. Now."

"What's going on?" Tanvi asked, her heart beginning to race.

"There's been a development," the captain said in a low voice. "Those guards aren't who they claim to be. They're from a rival kingdom, and we believe they've infiltrated the festival with plans to assassinate the King and Princess."

Rahul's eyes widened. "What? How did they get in?"

The captain shook his head. "We don't know yet, but we're gathering the palace guards as we speak. You two need to stay close and keep an eye on things. We can't let the guests panic."

Tanvi's mind was spinning. She glanced at the seemingly peaceful festival around her, the laughter and music now feeling distant and hollow. "We have to warn the royal family. They're in danger."

"We will," the captain assured her. "But we have to do it discreetly. If the enemy realizes we're onto them, they could strike before we're ready."

Rahul clenched his fists. "What can we do?"

The captain looked between them. "Stay vigilant. Keep an eye on anyone acting suspicious. If you see anything, report it to me immediately."

As the captain hurried off, Tanvi and Rahul exchanged a tense glance.

"This is bad," Rahul muttered. "If they're really here to kill the King and Princess, we might not have much time."

Tanvi nodded, her mind racing through possible scenarios. "We need to stay calm. If we panic, we'll only make things worse."

Mira appeared beside them, her face pale. "What's happening? I saw the guards talking to you. Is something wrong?"

Tanvi quickly explained the situation, and Mira's eyes grew wide with fear. "Oh no… what are we going to do? We can't let them hurt the royal family!"

"We won't," Tanvi said firmly. "We're going to stay alert and do what we can to stop them. But we need to be smart about this."

As the three of them made their way back into the palace, the atmosphere suddenly felt charged with tension. Every unfamiliar face, every movement in the crowd seemed suspect. Tanvi's eyes scanned the room, looking for anything out of place.

"Look over there," Rahul whispered, nodding toward a group of the supposed enemy guards standing near the banquet table. They were talking quietly among themselves, their eyes occasionally darting toward the royal family seated at the head of the room.

"They're waiting for something," Tanvi said, her heart pounding in her chest. "But what?"

Before she could finish her thought, a loud trumpet sounded, signaling the start of the evening's grand feast. Servants began bringing out trays of food, and the guests eagerly gathered around the tables.

Tanvi, Rahul, and Mira moved to the side, keeping a close watch on the enemy guards.

Suddenly, one of the guards made a subtle gesture, and Tanvi's eyes widened in realization. "They're making their move."

Without thinking, she grabbed Rahul's arm. "We have to stop them. Now."

"But how?" Rahul asked, panic creeping into his voice.

"We need to create a distraction," Tanvi said, her mind working quickly. "Something to throw them off before they can attack."

Mira, always quick on her feet, suddenly grabbed a tray of drinks from a passing servant and dumped its contents over one of the enemy guards. The man let out a startled shout, and the room fell silent as all eyes turned to him.

"What is the meaning of this?" the guard demanded, his face flushed with anger.

"I'm so sorry!" Mira said, putting on her best innocent face. "It was an accident, I swear!"

As the guard sputtered and tried to clean himself off, Tanvi used the moment of chaos to signal the palace captain, who was watching from across the room. He nodded, understanding the signal, and quickly moved in with his men to apprehend the enemy guards.

Within moments, the infiltrators were surrounded, their weapons confiscated, and the royal family was whisked away to safety.

The festival resumed, though the mood had shifted. The threat had been neutralized, but the tension lingered in the air. As the night wore on, Tanvi, Rahul, and Mira found a quiet corner to catch their breath.

"That was close," Rahul said, running a hand through his hair. "Too close."

Tanvi nodded, her pulse still racing. "But we stopped them. The royal family is safe."

Mira, still holding the now-empty tray, let out a nervous laugh. "I can't believe that worked."

Tanvi smiled, her nerves finally beginning to settle. "We make a good team."

Rahul grinned. "Yeah, we do. Let's hope we don't have to do that again anytime soon."

Tanvi glanced out at the festival, the music and laughter slowly returning to normal. The danger had passed, but something told her that this was only the beginning of a much larger game being played.

The night of the royal festival had been one of joy, anticipation, and celebration, but the air soon thickened with an invisible tension. Rahul, Tanvi, and Mira, still unsettled from their close encounter with the enemy guards, kept a close eye on their surroundings. But everything seemed to be calming down—until it wasn't.

The enemy had planned it perfectly. As the guests grew more intoxicated, sipping on the royal wines and ales, a sinister plot unfolded. The drugged drinks were slowly dulling the senses of everyone, including the King and Princess, their movements becoming sluggish and their laughter fading to weary smiles.

Mira, who was passing by the banquet table, noticed the royal family slumping in their seats. "Tanvi, something's wrong," she whispered, her voice shaky. "The King… the Princess… they look like they're going to faint."

Tanvi's eyes darted toward the head table, where the King swayed slightly in his chair, and the Princess seemed barely able to lift her head. Panic tightened her chest. "They've been drugged. This whole thing was a setup."

Suddenly, the room went eerily quiet. The music ceased, and a thick, unnatural stillness settled over the grand hall. It was as if the very walls of the palace were holding their breath.

Then, without warning, the doors to the banquet hall burst open with a thunderous crash. A group of men, dressed in the enemy kingdom's attire, stormed inside, swords drawn and faces masked with malice.

The guests screamed and scattered, but the drug in their systems slowed their reactions. Chaos erupted, with palace guards scrambling to defend the royal family, but they were quickly overwhelmed by the sheer number of intruders.

Tanvi felt a surge of adrenaline. She had never been in a fight, let alone a battle of life and death. Her entire life had been about business, strategies, negotiations. But now, she knew that this was no longer about survival through wit alone—it was about survival with whatever means necessary.

"Rahul, Mira—get behind me!" Tanvi ordered, her voice sharp.

Rahul, shaken but still focused, grabbed a broken table leg and positioned himself in front of Mira, who was trembling. "Tanvi, what do we do?" he asked, his voice strained with fear.

Tanvi's mind raced. The King and Princess were vulnerable, the guards were too scattered, and the enemy was moving in fast. There wasn't much time. She spotted a ceremonial sword hanging on the wall—a weapon meant for decoration, not war. But it would have to do.

She dashed toward it, grabbing the hilt with both hands. The weight was unfamiliar, but she gritted her teeth and held on. "Listen to me," she said, her voice low but firm as she turned to Rahul and Mira. "We're not fighters, but we're not going to let these people take the throne. We need to distract them, break their ranks. I have a plan."

Mira looked terrified but nodded. "What's the plan?"

Tanvi took a deep breath. "We need to confuse them. They're expecting us to run and hide. If we split up, make them chase shadows, we can divide them, weaken their numbers."

Rahul looked hesitant. "Are you sure about this?"

Tanvi glanced at the royal family, now completely incapacitated by the drug, and back at the enemy soldiers who were advancing. She had no choice. "We don't have time for doubt, Rahul. Do it."

Mira took a step closer. "What will you do?"

"I'm going after their leader," Tanvi said, eyes blazing with determination. "If we take him down, the others will scatter."

Rahul hesitated but then nodded. "Okay. We trust you, Tanvi."

They each moved quickly, disappearing into different parts of the hall. The intruders, confused by the sudden disappearance of their targets, began spreading out, just as Tanvi had hoped.

Tanvi, her heart pounding, slipped behind the pillars, using the shadows to her advantage. She scanned the room, her eyes locking onto the leader of the enemy forces—a tall man with a scar across his face, shouting orders to his soldiers. He was the one in control. If she could take him down, the rest would falter.

She tightened her grip on the sword and moved swiftly through the crowd, avoiding the gaze of the enemy soldiers. The closer she got to him, the louder her heartbeat pounded in her ears. This was not a negotiation she could win with words. She would have to fight.

But just as she prepared to strike, she felt cold steel press against her throat. One of the enemy soldiers had spotted her. His sword gleamed in the dim light as he sneered at her, his eyes filled with cruel delight.

"Where do you think you're going?" he hissed, pushing the blade closer to her skin. "Trying to be a hero, are you?"

For a moment, fear paralyzed Tanvi. She could feel the sharpness of the blade, the closeness of death. But then, in a flash, her business instincts kicked in. She couldn't win with brute strength, but she could outsmart him.

With as much calm as she could muster, she spoke, "You're making a mistake. I'm not just some bystander. I'm the one with the information you need."

The man's eyes narrowed. "Information?"

Tanvi nodded, her voice steady, despite the sword at her throat. "The palace vault. It's not where you think it is. I can take you there. Let me go, and I'll show you."

He hesitated, the sword wavering for a moment. That was all the opening she needed.

In a swift, calculated move, Tanvi twisted her body, using her elbow to knock the sword aside. She spun around and, with all the strength she could summon, drove the blade of her sword into his side. The man let out a gasp, his eyes wide with shock as he stumbled backward and fell to the ground.

Tanvi stood over him, breathing heavily. Her heart was racing, but she didn't have time to dwell on what she had just done. She turned her attention back to the leader, who was now only a few feet away.

With a shout, she charged at him. He turned, surprised by her boldness, but quickly raised his sword to block her strike. They clashed, steel against steel, as the sound of battle filled the hall around them.

"You think you can stop me?" the leader snarled, his face twisted with fury. "A woman with no training? This is laughable." He added, "Ready to be my slave."