Yug and I went around together seeing various places of the palace. He took me through ways only meant for the royal courtiers and the royal family to visit. Through short cuts meant for emergencies.

We were now standing outside the King's bedroom. Surrounded by guards, who I assume, wouldn't have let me even stand outside the room, if it weren't for Yug accompanying me.

The guards did not see me as a threat, not with his company, though they were still standing alert.

"This is Your Majesty's personal space." He bowed down before his room and I couldn't help but make a confused face at this.

Like who does that. It's so creepy.

"He is not in there." I tried to remind him.

"I know. But I have to worship the room, where our King rests." He said politely.

"I commented and decided to ignore these people driven with values.

"Do you think we can go in and see the room?" I asked excitedly. If I was offered the tiniest rooms of all, I wondered what the King's room would look like.

I looked at my tour guide expectantly.

As soon as I had uttered these words, the guards immediately stood before the entrance guarding it more than it already was.

"I guess that's a no." I turned back to Yug, who just closed his eyes and nodded at me with a saint like smile. I frowned at the guards as they moved back to their initial positions.

Although I was tired, Yug was a good companion to be with. He explained me the routes well, once he figured out, I am not so good with directions.

"I will have to leave, the royal court session will begin soon." He stopped, standing at a distance from me and facing me.

"." I could just manage with that. I don't know what I will do the whole day, instead of getting bored.

"What are these words that you use?" he asked as he chuckled at the question.

I was tight lipped, figuring out what to say.

"You're not from around here, are you?" he asked again. This time appearing serious.

And although he was a good person to talk to and hang around, he was still the police officer of this place. I had to be careful with my choice of words.

"No." I had to atleast say this. This was very obvious, in the way I appeared.

"So where are you from?" he questioned.

I was good with history, but my geography was trash.

I didn't know the names of places around this state.

"No where." He glanced at me with doubt.

"I mean, my father is a trader, so we just visit locations without staying at a place for too long." I did not even know if this made sense.

"Or maybe who knows, you are not from this world, like an alien." He laughed at his statement. He thought it was a joke.

Little did he know, he was actually somewhere around the truth.

I just laughed along with him.

"No but seriously, the way you appeared in the court, just out of the blue, without getting caught by the royal guards, is still a mystery to me." he said again.

I have had awkward conversations with people, but I somehow managed to save my ass out of it. But this was, the most awkward of them all, and I couldn't find the exit.

"I think you were getting late for the court." I said again, with a straight face this time.

I couldn't fake laugh at his 'too true to be called a joke' kind of statements.

"Oh- oh yes" he bowed and rushed his way down to the royal court.

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I don't know if I was adjusting well to the era of my ancestors. I was still tired and deprived of sleep, but even if I tried, I couldn't manage a wink of it. So eventually I just gave in.

I sat on my bed with Brinda next to me.

She was younger than me but still 600 years older. 3 days back if anyone would have made this statement in front of me, I would have laughed my lungs out. But today here, everything made sense.

She hesitated for a bit, telling how it is ethically wrong for her, to be sitting here on a royal bed that is not meant for her but I somehow managed to convince her my way into it. We were sitting together discussing her life, because we did not have much to speak about mine.

She came from a big family, but apparently a small caste. Her family has been serving in the royal court since ages. Her mom, she said, was the cook, and her father was one of the guards.

I was just nodding at her words, not sure what to say. Occasionally smiling at her when I saw her get comfortable around me.

She was bubbly and joyful like you'd expect any normal young female to be like, yet too responsible for her age.

None of it was shocking more than the fact, that she was already married at the age of 15. My eyes were wide open, as I looked up at her in disbelief. She couldn't really understand what was so shocking about it. But I wish, I could explain.

She was looking at me with the similar expression, when she learnt that I was older than her, and not yet married.

She couldn't digest the fact that a female could be single and happy for too long. But of course it was not her fault.

And neither her parents, or grandparents. The social conditioning, lies way beyond that.

And I realized there was nothing right or wrong here, no one is correct. And it is still okay.

It is still okay to not have a conclusion.

It is still okay, to not be in any of the extremes.

It is still okay, to have an opinion, and still agree to someone else's.

It is okay to not be able to explain your point of view.

It is okay to not be understood even when you do explain.

The realization had made a huge smile appear on my face.

"What are you smiling at?" she questioned. But instead of answering I just pulled her into a hug. She jerked my arm off, and pulled herself behind, out of my embrace.

I was taken by surprise or shock, or disappointment, I don't know. I have never been rejected. Okay not from a female atleast.

"What are you doing?" she sounded embarrassed, returning to the same formal tone, she was talking in earlier.

I stayed silent, not able to comprehend my own explanation.

"You cannot hug a servant. If someone sees, they'll point and insult you." Her eyes fixated on the ground.

I chuckled at this nervousness of hers.

Pulling her back into a hug again as I smiled towards her, which she was still not able to understand.

"Then let's be friends." And although she was still indecisive, she laughed at this.

I was a loner in 2069, having just 2 friends, although they were my best friends from like forever. Ela and Mayan.

Both of them not studying in my college.

I had no friends in college. Hardly anyone, who I could remember names of. I thought making friends were difficult, but I guess not.

I already had 2 here.

Yug and Brinda.

Although I was not really sure, it was still nice to call them friends.

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