Chapter 105: Chapter 103: Devara’s Thought On Suyodhana... Preparation For Coronation...

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Trivenivrata Kingdom...

Inside Trivenivrata, preparations for the upcoming coronation had reached their peak.

Royal Palace...

The entire kingdom seemed alive with movement.

From the massive outer walls to the innermost palace halls, workers, servants, craftsmen, priests, guards, musicians, cooks, and officials moved constantly like flowing rivers of purpose.

The streets were being washed daily and decorated with colored powders and flower arrangements.

Massive banners carrying the roaring crowned lion emblem of Trivenivrata fluttered proudly from towers and buildings across the kingdom.

Artisans carved decorative pillars and ceremonial structures near the royal arena and temple grounds while musicians rehearsed continuously for the coronation processions.

At the markets, merchants from different kingdoms had already begun arriving in large numbers.

Inns overflowed with visitors.

Sages, wandering ascetics, nobles, traders, and pilgrims all mixed together beneath the bustling atmosphere of the rapidly rising kingdom.

The coronation was no longer merely a political event.

It had become a phenomenon.

Especially after the stories of the Maha Shivaratri Tandava spread across Bhulok.

Now many wished to see the young ruler with their own eyes.

The king blessed publicly by gods.

The slayer of Kamsa.

The founder of Trivenivrata.

The young man many kingdoms had begun speaking about with admiration, caution, curiosity, or fear.

And at the center of all that growing storm of expectation—Sat Devara quietly alone within one of the palace balconies overlooking his kingdom.

The sounds of preparation echoed faintly from below, yet his thoughts had drifted far away from coronation matters.

Because only recently had the official news arrived from Hastinapur.

Dhritarashtra and Madri had been blessed with one hundred sons and one daughter.

Devara had smiled genuinely when he first heard it.

Children were blessings.

No matter what fate later turned them into. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

But after the happiness faded—The memories from his previous life slowly returned to his thoughts again.

The stories he once read.

The Mahabharata.

The rise and fall of the Kuru lineage.

The war that drowned Bharat in blood.

And among those countless names—One always stood at the center of tragedy.

Suryodana.

Or rather—The man history in another life remembered differently.

Duryodhana.

Devara slowly leaned back against the stone pillar behind him while the evening winds moved through the balcony.

Even after everything changed...

Even after he himself entered this world...

Fate still seemed determined to move certain pieces into place.

He had married Gandhari.

The timeline had shifted in countless ways.

Kingdoms had changed. Events had altered.

Yet Dhritarashtra still received one hundred sons.

As though destiny itself refused to fully release the shape of the future.

That thought unsettled him slightly but not worried much.

Not because he feared Suryodana as an infant.

But because he understood how easily history blamed children for the sins of circumstances around them.

Devara closed his eyes briefly.

He remembered the countless interpretations he once read in another life.

Villain. Victim.

Egoistic prince. Loyal friend.

Jealous rival. Misguided heir.

Depending on who spoke, Duryodhana became many different things.

But one thing Devara believed firmly—Children were not born monsters.

The world shaped them.

Their upbringing shaped them.

Love. Fear. Neglect. Pride. Influence. Pain.

All of it carved paths slowly over time.

Even if Suryodana truly carried the influence of Kali within this Yuga...

Did that automatically mean he was beyond saving?

Devara refused to believe that so easily even without trying anything.

Because if fate alone decided everything absolutely—Then dharma1 itself lost meaning.

He slowly looked toward the horizon where the roads leading toward Hastinapur stretched beyond distant lands.

Somewhere out there, the Kuru princes were beginning their lives.

Tiny. Fragile.

Unaware of the weight history wished to place upon their shoulders already.

Devara let out a quiet sigh.

-Sigh!

"I just hope ...fate leaves at least one kind corner for those children."

The evening wind moved silently through the balcony afterward.

And far below, the kingdom of Trivenivrata continued preparing joyfully for a coronation—Unaware that the young king watching over them was already thinking far beyond crowns and celebrations...

Toward a future he desperately hoped could still be changed.

As the coronation of Devara drew closer with each passing day, the ripples created by the rise of Trivenivrata spread deeper across Bhulok.1

No kingdom could ignore it anymore.

Not after the explosive growth of its economy. Not after the stories surrounding the Maha Shivaratri miracle.

Not after merchants returned speaking about disciplined administration, powerful military organization, fertile lands, and a ruler who seemed far wiser than his age suggested.

And certainly not after hearing that both Hastinapur and Gandhara openly stood beside the new kingdom.

Across the neighboring lands, royal courts had become unusually active.

In some kingdoms, the discussions remained cautious and diplomatic.

Experienced rulers who had governed long enough understood that Trivenivrata was no longer merely a newborn state struggling for survival.

It was rapidly becoming a power center positioned strategically between important river systems and trade routes.

Such kingdoms prepared gifts instead of threats.

They discussed marriage alliances.

Trade agreements. Military cooperation.

Cultural exchange between their kingdom.

Some ministers even suggested opening permanent merchant routes toward Trivenivrata before competitors monopolized access to its goods.

"We should approach them while relations are favorable,"

One elderly minister advised his king.

"A kingdom born under divine attention should not be made an enemy lightly."

Several rulers agreed with that sentiment.

Especially after hearing the testimonies of merchants who attended the royal auction.

Those merchants returned describing not chaos or immaturity, but structure.

Discipline. Vision.

That frightened wise rulers more than brute military strength.

Because powerful warriors could eventually fall.

But organized kingdoms with stable economies? Those endured.

Yet not every neighboring kingdom viewed Trivenivrata with respect.

In darker council chambers across Bhulok, other discussions unfolded beneath greed-filled eyes.

A newly formed kingdom still meant vulnerability.

No matter how impressive it appeared.

Some rulers believed the kingdom’s rapid rise had made it arrogant too early.

Others believed Devara’s fame depended more upon religious hysteria and exaggerated storytelling than true political power.

"These stories about gods descending are useful propaganda,"

One minister scoffed openly before his king.

"But a kingdom cannot survive on devotion alone."

Another pointed toward a large map spread across the royal chamber.

"Look at its location. The rivers. The fertile lands. The growing trade."

"If they stabilize completely, controlling regional commerce later will become difficult."

Soon the conversations shifted.

Pressure points. Weaknesses.

Ways to exploit a young kingdom before its roots deepened too far.

Some proposed economic pressure by manipulating trade access.

Some discussed border disputes that could slowly weaken Trivenivrata’s stability.

Others considered political infiltration through merchants, nobles, or spies already entering the kingdom under the guise of visitors for the coronation.

A few more aggressive rulers even quietly reviewed military estimates.

Not openly for war.

Not yet. But for possibility.

"How large is their standing army truly?"

"How disciplined are these immigrant populations?"

"What happens if Hastinapur withdraws support later?"

"Can internal divisions be created?"

Questions piled one after another across royal courts.

Because greed rarely slept peacefully.

Especially when fertile lands, wealth, and influence stood within reach.

And beneath all those calculations lingered another uncomfortable truth few wished to admit openly:

Many rulers envied Devara.

Not merely because of his kingdom.

But because of momentum.

At an age where most princes still struggled for recognition inside their own courts,

Devara had already become a name discussed across kingdoms.

Kings feared men like that.

Men who changed the direction of history too quickly.

Meanwhile, far away from all those scheming halls and whispered conspiracies,

Trivenivrata continued preparing for celebration.

The streets glowed beneath festival decorations.

Temples echoed with prayers.

Musicians practiced for the coronation processions.

Children played beneath lion banners.

And the people spoke proudly about their soon-to-be crowned king.

Unaware that beyond their borders—Admiration and hostility were both growing at the same speed.

Meanwhile,

Trivenivrata Kingdom...

Inside the royal palace of Trivenivrata, preparations for the coronation continued without pause.

Servants carrying ceremonial fabrics moved through the palace corridors.

Priests were discussing auspicious timings for rituals.

Royal cooks were already preparing for the arrival of nobles and kings from different lands.

Musicians practiced near the outer courtyards while soldiers rotated constantly between patrol duties and ceremonial assignments.

In the middle of all this movement,

Devara sat inside one of the administrative chambers reviewing reports alongside officials regarding the final preparations for the coronation.

That was when hurried footsteps echoed through the corridor outside.

Moments later, one of the royal guards entered the chamber and respectfully bowed deeply.

"My king."

The guard’s tone carried noticeable uncertainty.

Devara looked up from the scroll he was reading.

"What happened?"

The guard hesitated briefly before speaking.

"There is... a massive crowd gathered outside the royal palace gates."

That immediately caught the attention of several officials present.

"...."

"A crowd?"

Devara asked calmly in surprise.

The guard nodded as he looked at Devara for further instruction.

"Yes, my king. They are not hostile. But they are demanding to see you personally."

The room became slightly quieter after hearing that.

One minister frowned immediately.

"Demanding to see the king?"

Another official looked uneasy.

"With the coronation approaching, we should be cautious. Crowds this large can become unpredictable."

But Devara remained calm.

"What kind of people are they?"

The guard quickly replied.

"Mostly common citizens, merchants, travelers, pilgrims, and visitors who arrived for the coronation."

Then after a pause he added carefully:

"Many claim they simply wish to see you with their own eyes."

That made Devara raise an eyebrow slightly.

Over the past weeks he had already heard how stories surrounding him had begun spreading far beyond what he personally found comfortable.

Some people called him blessed by the gods.

Some believed he carried divinity within him.

Others spoke about the Maha Shivaratri event as though it were already legend.

He knew the stories would attract people eventually.

Still—The reality of a massive crowd gathering outside the royal palace specifically to see him felt strange.

Nearby, one official immediately suggested increasing palace security and dispersing the crowd before rumors or trouble started.

But Devara shook his head lightly.

"No."

The chamber fell silent.

Then calmly placing the scroll aside, he stood from his seat.

"If they came peacefully, then they should not be treated like criminals."

The officials exchanged glances.

Devara then looked toward the royal guard.

"Send them to the throne hall."

The guard looked surprised for a moment.

"All of them, my king?"

Devara nodded calmly.

"I will meet them there."

The guard immediately bowed.

"As you command."

As the guard hurried away, several ministers still looked worried.

Because allowing such a massive gathering inside the royal palace during a politically sensitive period was not something most rulers would do.

Yet Devara appeared entirely unbothered.

He simply adjusted the cloth around his shoulders and began walking toward the throne hall.

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