Ahil just stared at the door. Thinking may be they shouldn't have told Ira about Irya. She is hurt now. She is feeling like a substitute. But his sister Ira can't be anyone's substitute for him and no one can be her replacement. She is his only sister Ira and no one can replace her. She is sad now and he have to do something to cheer her up.
"I took you there to know about princess Irya, not to compare yourself with her." Raksheet said, hugging Ira on their bed.
She wiped the tear that fell from her eyes and held his shirt tightly.
He inhaled deeply and said "In the morning, you were crying because of Seya and now because of princess Irya. Why can't you understand that I only love you and no one can be the reason of my love for you. I love you because of you. Not because my grandfather made me marry you, not because you look like princess Irya or anything else.
I don't even know how she used to look. The day I saw you, I didn't thought that princess Irya used to look like this. I just thought that this is my future wife. I never saw princess Irya in you. And I am sure my parents also don't see her in you. You two are different people."
"I know!" She slapped his chest hard and asked "But can't you just console me inside of giving me lecture?"
He laughed a little and held her hand that was on his chest and kissed her palm. "Alright alright, I console you. Cry as much as you want but after that, don't you dare think yourself as princess Irya's substitute."
She hided her face in his chest and hugged him tightly.
He rubbed her back and asked "Are you alright? Still feeling pain?"
She nod slowly and replied "A little."
"Did you ate your medicine?"
She nod.
"Alright, you can sleep then. You didn't slept well last night." He wanted to tease her but for his disappointment, she already fell asleep in his embrace.
He chuckled to see her cute figure sleeping in his embrace and caressed her cheeks. He hugged her tightly and whispered "You can never be anyone's substitute. You are my only love."
At the lunch time, everyone was waiting for Raksheet and Ira.
"Don't talk about what happened in morning. Act normal." Abhiveera said.
"It would be better if we forget what happened today. It would be better for her to not think about it." Neisha said.
"I hope she is fine. Why they are not here yet?" Avanya said, looking at door.
"Don't worry. They will be coming." Ashwant said and at the same moment, Raksheet entered in the dining hall.
"Greetings everyone." He said and went towards his seat.
"Where is Ira?" Avanya asked.
"She fell asleep. I didn't wanted to disturb her so I didn't wake her up. I will bring food to her later." He replied and looked beside him.
"Where is Ahil?" He asked.
"He is in his art chamber. His food will be served there." Avanya replied "By the way, how is Ira? Did she cried? Is her health fine?"
Raksheet nod "Yes, she is fine. And yes, she cried a little but I told her not to think anything nonsense. She is just a little overthinker. Don't worry, I will take care of her." He assured.
"Take good care of her. And, did you told her about marriage proposal?" Her question made Raksheet look at her in disbelief.
"W-What?" He asked.
She sighed and replied "Your father told me about marriage proposal from Bayar. I am proud of you my son. Ira should be your only wife. Doesn't matter how much it needs to make alliance with a kingdom, don't do second marriage or accept any mistress. Ira is the only one for you."
He nod and looked down, taking a deep breath. "I will never marry anyone." He looked up at his mother and smiled "She is the only one for me."
In Aaro....
"Is the food ready?" Agastya asked.
"Yes." The maid replied and moved aside from the food container.
"Let me check." He said and took a bite. He then asked the maid to prepare the plate of breakfast for Viraaj and went to serve him.
He knocked on the door and Viraaj tried to speak while lying on his bed.
"Come in."
"Greetings, your majesty."
Agastya stepped inside the chamber and looked at Viraaj. He was still in his bed, looking a little sick. He placed the plate on table and helped Viraaj to sit up.
"Are you alright, your majesty?" He asked.
Viraaj nod and said "Just feeling a little weak. May be because of hunger. I will be fine after eating breakfast."
Agastya placed some pillows behind Viraaj for support and gave him the glass of juice.
"How long have you been feeling weak?" Agastya asked.
Viraaj took a sip from the glass and replied. "I told you, it's because of hunger. I am feeling weak since I woke up. It is clear weakness because of hunger. I will be fine soon."
Agastya just nod silently and looked around. "Where are your medicines? You have to take them after finishing breakfast."
He walked towards the drawer at the other side of the bed and took out the medicines. He checked to confirm that these were the same medicines which he had changed that day after throwing away the old medicines.
He sighed in relief that Viraaj is taking the new medicines only, which means he is not poisoned yet. It means he is right. He is still recovering so feeling weak sometimes is normal.
He grabbed the medicines and went towards him and stood there quitely.
Viraaj looked at him while eating his breakfast and asked "What? Why are you standing here? Go to your work."
"I will. After giving you your medicines." Agastya replied.
Viraaj stopped eating and looked at Agastya "I am not a kid. Just give me the medicines and I will eat it later." He extended his hand towards Agastya, asking to pass him the medicines.
Agastya looked at Viraaj's hand and then at him "I am sorry your majesty, but I can't leave now. I should give you your medicines first. And I am going to stay here until you finish your food and eat your medicines. It is the part of my work."
Viraaj took his hand back and sighed deeply. He shook his head and continued eating his breakfast, knowing how stubborn Agastya is about his work.
He do the work he don't have to. Like taking care of the royal family members and helping them in their work if he can. He just have to manage the work of other servents but he sometimes act like he is care taker of royal family.