The Fall of the KingWhispers rippled through the ranks of the Cakrabuana soldiers. They were hesitant to believe the claims of the young man standing before them. But a deeper fear gnawed at their hearts, especially as the tide of war had turned against them.They were caught in a dilemma. The Cakrabuana forces, trapped within Kotaraja, were being pushed back. It was only a matter of time before they faced defeat. And if that happened, it would be recorded in history as the fastest downfall in the annals of inter-kingdom wars."Surrender and let me capture King Dharma Kusuma and Prince Purbaya. They are the masterminds behind this civil war!" Arya declared, his voice booming to draw out the king and his son.His words reached the ears of the father and son, confined within their luxurious chariot. They heard their names being called.Prince Purbaya recognized the voice. He remembered the tone, the owner—the young man who had brought him such humiliation and ultimately ignited the civ

"Are you sure you want to know who your real parents are, Purbaya?" King Wijaya Kusuma asked.Prince Purbaya nodded slowly. "Father said he found me in the forest while hunting. Is that true, Uncle?"King Wijaya Kusuma pondered how to reveal the long-buried secret to Prince Purbaya. He was hesitant to tell him, especially in front of so many eyes in the hall.He looked around, noticing everyone waiting for him to speak."Soldiers, untie Purbaya's hands!" he commanded the two soldiers standing behind Prince Purbaya.One of the soldiers quickly obeyed, releasing the ropes binding Prince Purbaya's hands."Stand up, Purbaya!" King Wijaya Kusuma instructed.Prince Purbaya was stunned and disbelieving. The order seemed strange, considering he was a war criminal who should have been sentenced to death.Still consumed by curiosity, Prince Purbaya stood up. His gaze remained lowered, not daring to look at the ruler of Jaya Buana."Now, come with me!" King Wijaya Kusuma walked towards a room, f

Watini's imagination soared. As a village girl who had never even left her village since she was a child, the girl, the same age as Ratnasari, assumed that all the young men in the Capital City had the same kind of handsome features as the guest in her village.The rush of blood flowing through her veins when she saw Arya was suppressed. She realized that she had to compete with Ratnasari, who possessed above-average beauty."Come on, Ratna," Watini invited. Staying there for too long could make her young blood boil and torment her imagination, Watini thought.Ratnasari nodded and followed Watini towards her house."Is that girl your lover? Oh, by the way, what's your name, young man?""My name is Arya, Uncle.""And that girl?" the man asked again."She is indeed my lover. We were planning to visit our relatives in Kotaraja Sastrajingga," Arya answered with an alibi."I see. You two make a very good couple, handsome and beautiful." The man smiled warmly, "Let me introduce myself, my n

A huge question immediately popped into Arya's mind. "What could the Jaya Buana ruler possibly want in my room at this late hour? Is it something so important that he had to come see me?" "Why are you so surprised to see me? May I come in?" King Wijaya Kusuma asked, his smile radiating strong friendship. The question startled Arya, who was still frozen in shock at the sudden arrival of King Wijaya Kusuma. "Oh, uh... Please, Your Majesty. Consider it your own home," the young man replied, opening his room door wide. King Wijaya Kusuma chuckled softly. "How could you possibly tell me to consider your palace my home?" "Oh, yes..." Arya became even more awkward and flustered at the small mistake he had made. King Wijaya Kusuma walked into the room and chose a chair to sit on. After closing the room door, Arya walked towards the king. As he was facing a king, Arya stood with his head bowed. "Hahaha

Watini's imagination soared into the air. As a village girl who had never set foot outside her hometown, she imagined that all the young men in the capital city must be just as handsome as the guest currently in her village.She tried to suppress the rush of blood that surged when she saw Arya. Deep down, she knew her place and felt she had no chance competing against Ratnasari, whose beauty was above average."Come on, Ratna," urged Watini. Staying there any longer would only stir her youthful emotions further and torment her imagination, she thought.Ratnasari nodded and walked alongside Watini toward her house.“Is that girl your lover? Oh, and what’s your name, young man?”“My name is Arya, Uncle.”“And the girl?” the man asked again.“She is indeed my lover. We’re planning to visit some relatives in Sastrajingga, the royal capital,” Arya answered with a made-up story.“I see. You two make a very fine couple—handsome and beautiful,” the man said with a warm smile. “My name is Kars