Empire of India: Rise of the Ruthless Prince

The city of Travancore sprawled wide and beautiful, a witness to its rich heritage and meticulous governance.

Its stone-paved pathways glistened under the morning sun, winding through bustling marketplaces and serene residential quarters, ultimately leading to the grand, vibrant temples adorned with intricate carvings and vivid murals.

These temples, eternal symbols of the city's spiritual essence, hummed with the voices of priests and devotees, their devotional hymns weaving a serene melody other than the city's otherwise lively atmosphere.

The streets were alive with activity. Merchants filled every corner of the markets, loudly advertising their wares—fragrant spices, colorful silks, exotic jewelry, and handcrafted goods. Citizens haggled.

Despite the vibrant chaos, an air of security and order prevailed. Patrol soldiers, clad in traditional armor, stood at every corner, their mere presence a witness to the city's strict governance.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

This sense of peace and order was owed to Asokan Nair, the in charge of Travancore.

A man of firm principles and unyielding resolve, Asokan's reputation for strict governance preceded him.

Under his watchful eye, the city had flourished into a haven of safety and stability.

His initiatives, including personal welfare schemes aimed at eliminating homelessness, were lauded by the populace.

Though his demeanor was formidable, his actions spoke of a deep commitment to justice and the welfare of the common people, earning him widespread respect.

Yet, in the city's noble circles, whispers of dissent simmered. Rumors abounded of Asokan's alleged dissatisfaction with the imperial court, particularly regarding the treatment of Prince Bhairava, the leader he had once served with utmost loyalty.

The emperor's decision to sideline the royal family had only fueled these speculations, casting a shadow over Asokan's image.

But those who truly understood the man knew his unwavering integrity. His loyalty was not divided—it extended to both Emperor Harsha and Prince Bhairava, the latter of whom had personally instructed Asokan to serve the emperor without question.

Loyalty, to Asokan, was a sacred bond.

On this particular day, Asokan sat in his private garden, surrounded by blooming hibiscus and jasmine.

The gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze provided a serene backdrop as he seriously reviewed a stack of documents.

Orders and directives lay before him, all crucial to the phased implementation of the judicial framework he was overseeing. His assistant stood nearby, ready to provide updates.

"How many phases have been completed for the recruitment?" Asokan asked, his sharp gaze fixed on a report in his hand.

"Five phases of the police task force," his assistant replied promptly, flipping through another set of documents.

Asokan nodded.

"And the secret police?" he inquired.

"Two phases have been completed so far," the assistant reported. "One in Thanjavur and another here in Travancore."

"Good," Asokan said."We must maintain this pace. The judicial framework depends on the strength and integrity of both regular and covert enforcement."

As he signed another directive, his focus was interrupted by the assistant clearing his throat.

"My Lord, we have some letters from different nobles."

Asokan sighed, placing the quill down with a calm face. "Now, what is their problem?" he asked, though he could already guess the answer.

It would most likely concern the emperor's centralization of power initiative. The reforms aimed to strip nobles of their traditional privileges, leaving them powerless and vulnerable to imperial authority.

While Asokan personally had no issue with this—believing it would expedite justice for the common folk—he understood the nobles' grievances.

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Their dissent, however, was fragmented, as no major noble dared to openly oppose Emperor Harsha.

"They request our support to protest against the Constitution and judicial reform," the assistant said with caution.

"Huh?" Asokan's eyebrows rose in genuine surprise. "Why would anyone think I'd support that?"

"Rumors, probably, my Lord," the assistant replied with a resigned sigh.

"Oh, those baseless ones again?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"And who is the sender of this absurd request?"

"Sachin, a medium-ranking noble," the assistant replied after scanning the letter. "He seems to be leading this movement."

"Utter nonsense," Asokan scoffed. "I wouldn't support this crap if my life depended on it."

"There's more, my Lord," the assistant hesitated.

"What now?" Asokan asked, his patience wearing thin.

"He also seeks your support to teach the Emperor's butler 'his place' for being of lower caste."

For a moment, silence hung heavy in the air as Asokan processed the absurdity of Sachin's audacious request.

Then, a sharp laugh escaped him, cutting through the stillness of the garden. "Does this man have a death wish? Does he not know how strong that lad is?"

"It seems he doesn't, my Lord," the assistant replied, shaking his head in disbelief.

Asokan's mirth faded quickly, replaced by a cold determination. "Send this to internal affairs immediately. Charge him with treason. Inform the palace as well. Let them deal with this nonsense."

The assistant bowed and left to carry out his orders. Left alone, Asokan leaned back in his chair, his thoughts briefly drifting. The arrogance of men like Sachin disgusted him. They clung to outdated beliefs, blind to the tide of change sweeping through the empire. For Asokan, loyalty and competence were far more significant than birth or status.

He glanced at the neatly arranged documents before him, each representing a step toward a more just and efficient empire. The reforms, though controversial, were necessary, and Asokan took pride in being a part of their implementation.

The empire was changing, and Asokan Nair would ensure that change came with order and integrity.

"About that, my Lord," came a cautious voice, breaking his thoughts.

Asokan looked up to see his assistant standing in the doorway, holding an envelope with the unmistakable seal of the imperial palace.

"We received a letter from the butler of the Emperor."

"Viswa?" Asokan asked, straightening in his chair.

"Yes, my Lord. It's marked as confidential."

"About what?"

The assistant handed him the letter. Protocol dictated that palace correspondence be opened only by members of the royal council, ensuring the sensitive information within remained secure.

Breaking the seal, Asokan unfolded the letter and began to read. His expression shifted as the contents sank in, his face hardening into a mask of seriousness.

Viswa's letter contained unexpected instructions. Contrary to Asokan's initial reaction, the butler advised him to accept Sachin's offer. The reasoning was both clever.

According to Viswa, Sachin was a critical link to several noble factions quietly opposing the emperor's reforms. By feigning agreement with Sachin's dissent, Asokan could infiltrate the group, gain their trust, and uncover the remnants of support for the Jadhavs and Parvati Nair.

What truly unnerved him wasn't the audacity of the plan but Viswa's uncanny ability to predict Sachin's actions—and even Asokan's likely reaction.

"How did he even predict this?" Asokan muttered to himself. "No, leave that. Focus."

The plan was straightforward in theory. Asokan would play into the rumors surrounding his supposed dissatisfaction with the imperial court.

He would lure Sachin and his allies into a false sense of security, organizing a secret meeting of dissenting nobles. Once gathered, the internal affairs teams would swoop in under Viswa's orders, arresting everyone involved.

The empire's stability depended on rooting out these pockets of resistance, and Asokan's role was vital for this.

A slow smile spread across Asokan's face as he folded the letter.

"All the supporters are going to be fucked," he said quietly, leaning back in his chair.

Sachin's arrogance had turned him into a pawn in a game he couldn't comprehend.

The man's foolishness amused Asokan, but he couldn't help feeling a twinge of pity.

'Sachin, you poor lad,' he thought. 'You just had to piss off the wrong people.'

Rising from his seat, Asokan began drafting a response to Sachin, carefully crafting his words to align with the narrative Viswa had outlined. The charade would begin soon, and Asokan was more than prepared to play his part.

As he worked, he paused for a moment to silently pray for Sachin.

He glanced up at his assistant, who was quite taken aback by his sudden laugh.

"My Lord, what is it?"

"Some people never learn; they want to oppose the Emperor of all people."

"Should I call in the priests for their funeral?" The assistant asked with a chuckle.

Asokan trusted his assistant very much so he didn't mind sharing this piece of information with him.

He was one of the people that helped him plan the judicial reform.

Asokan knew that there would be no leaks from his assistant due to years of working together. There was no chance of betrayal from him.

"How do you plan to proceed, my lord?" He asked with a wide ear-to-ear grin.

"Deliver this letter to Sachin. We shall wait for his response."Asokan said with a grin.

"Alright." His assistant grabbed the letter in his hands and swiftly left to deliver it.

It would be delivered through covert means to ensure that it looked legitimate to Sachin.

The game was set, the players in motion. And Asokan Nair would ensure that the empire's enemies learned the cost of defiance.