This series will be a Historical Fiction erotica about the Indian Queen Velu Nachiyar. It will have elements of both real history and fictional events. As with all my work, this series will incorporate WMIF(White Male Indian Female) sex as well as relationships. It also includes slight religious and cultural elements. If you are offended by any of these things, please do not read it; it is not for you. All Characters who engage in sexual acts are over the age of 19.
Setting: Bharat, Sivaganga, located in the region of Tamil Nadu. Early British Colonial rule of India (1772-1790)
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Arrival of the Conqueror(1784)
It has been four years since I had reclaimed my kingdom and not a moment goes by that I haven't thought of the hermit's words. The hermit never mentioned a date or gave any information about if his words were come to pass sooner or later. Nonetheless after my second year as the sole ruler of Sivaganga, I tried to track the location of the hermit, but none knew where he stayed or even his name. I tried locating him many times within these few years but to no avail. Even after reclaiming my kingdom, all was not well. The hermit's words lingered, but it was the memories of my late husband that haunted me the most. His footsteps echoing through the palace halls, his gaze in the mirror as I brushed my hair. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my daughter's sweet voice.
" Amma (Tamil for Mother) will you be going out to hunt today?
"I haven't decided, Vellacci, but if I do, What would you like me to bring back?"
"Come with a stag, it has been some time since we had venison."
"The taste of boar has become stale upon my tongue."
"I will consider it, but I cannot promise you, the forest will offer what it wills."
She had grown into a exceptional young girl now, her mind even more thirsty for knowledge. Her martial prowess did not falter over the years, she bested every boy her age in sword, spear, and bow. She was the pride of the court, her intellect was valued even among my advisors. all memebers in my court commented she would make a worthy succesor to the throne. She was loved inside and outside the palace, for her bravery, kindness, and generosity.
I counted my blessings up until now, yes life was much better than the past 8 years but my heart told me something was missing. I sat upon my throne, pondering my past and once again I saw an apparition of Muthu walking past the royal court. I tried reaching out for him only find nothing as Vellacci quickly picked up on my thoughts.
"Amma, was appa( Tamil for Father) on you mind just now?"
"Yes, dear."
"He is on my mind as well amma, I think about him daily so as to forget his face."
I was touched by her her devotion to her father, both of us longed for him, to never forget his life, his presence, and his legacy. It is remarkable she was still able to remember him even now, the last time she saw him was when she was two years old. That girl astounds me with her memory, once she knows something it was set in stone in her mind.
"Your Majesty, a British messanger has come to talk with you regarding a matter from his colonel!" Vikram said as he came running into the court room.
Vellacci bristled with anger at the word british. She still harboured great hatred and anger for those who took her father from her just as I am harbouring. Her eyebrows furrowed and she looked toward me.
"Vellacci, don't be quick to anger, we don't know the intentions, and he is only a messenger."
"After all that's happened do you still think they come with well intentions?"
"They are playing politics with every kingdom in Bharat, creating and destroying alliances, moving each piece with calculated purpose!"
"Vellacci, every decision we take, we must think it thoroughly before acting on it."
She turned her head from mine and went to her chambers. She couldn't be blamed for her anger, why would she wish to gaze upon the skin that took her father from her. Even I was uncomfortable to look upon a britisher, especially after the war, they were my greatest enemies. However I want to know what the message was from this colonel.
"Vickram, gather the other members of the court and have the messenger brought before me."
"It shall be done my queen."
Vickram rushed to one of the guards to retrieve the messenger before going into the court member's chambers. The men of the court assembled to the sides of the court room before taking their respective seats. One of the royal guards at the entrance of the court room approached my throne.
"Your majesty, the messenger is here."
"Bring him in, seize any weapon that he has beforehand."
"Your highness, his flintlock pistol and his sword are with his horse outside the palace."
"Check thoroughly if he has any hidden blade in his apparel."
"As you command my queen."
The guard went back outside and I could faintly hear the messenger's voice.
"Open any pocket you have, britisher, otherwise you will not leave this palace alive."
"I am not an assassin, I simply wish to speak to her majesty regarding my superior's request." He said in Tamil with a heavy British accent.
I found his voice to be pleasant, possibly the most pleasant voice from a man that I have ever heard. It was like monsoon thunder, deep and soothing, laced with a masculine resolve.
Then the royal guard responded to his objection.
"It is wise not to disobey a direct order from the queen of Sivaganga, she has slain many of your kind."
"Forgive me, I did not know it was the order of the great queen."
I smiled, even the British have to watch their conduct in my domain, they may walk proudly in other kingdoms but here they will abide by humility. I could hear the guard inspecting his attire thoroughly.
"He harbours no weapons."
"You may now seek an audience with her majesty, Queen Velu of Sivaganga."
I watched as the guard and the messenger came into the court room. I was taken back by this white man's appearance. He could be no more than 20 years in age, his countenance was astounding to behold. His stature was magnificent, he was easily greater in height by a head or two compared to the men of my council. Only Periya Marudhu rivaled him in stature and build. His eyes were blue like the sky and his hair golden like the sun. Wait, could this be him? No, he was just a messenger. We locked eyes with each other as he approached my throne before bowing.
"Speak, britisher, what is your purpose in my court?"
"O great Queen of Sivaganga, I humbly ask of you to hear the request of my colonel, James Dickinson."
"Hold your tongue, first state your name."
He was confused but answered.
"Your majesty, my name is William Windsor."
I was smitten. His facial features were exquisite: a straight thin nose; piercing blue eyes; a chiseled jaw, modest lips and framed by medium length golden hair crowning his head. They harmonized in perfect symmetry. The same features I once despised, I now find pleasing to gaze upon.
No other man has made my yoni quiver by sheer presence alone. That too a man that was not of this land. I slew many of his kind when I recaptured Sivaganga, some of them well built and handsome, but none came close to rivaling this messenger's magnificence. The hermit's words rang in my head like temple bells, is this the day his prophecy begins to take root?
I did my best to mask my attraction toward him with a hardened demeanor and posture. To my delight, I found his eyes relishing my figure from head to feet. His eyes concentrated on my face but deviated quickly to my prominent bosom before returning to my face.
"William, before you inform me of your superior's request, I insist you join me on my hunt today, you must be famished from your journey."
"Your majesty....." The court said in unison.
I raised my hand to quell their doubt. Maybe he was the one from the hermit's words, after all no British man has made my eyes wander till now.
William was astounded and left speechless from my invitation.
Then Vikram approached me in doubt.
"My queen, he is a Britisher...."
"I am well aware, Vikram, I want to hear what the message is in private, then making my decision I will inform the court."
"As you wish, your majesty."
"Speak, foreigner, do you wish to join my hunt?"
"I...I.... it would be my greatest honor and pleasure to accompany you, your majesty." He said bowing his head before me.
"Mother!" I heard my daughter call out to me as she was approaching.
"You would bring this white demon with you on your hunt, have you forgotten what his people did to appa?"
" I have not forgotten, I wish to speak with him alone regarding the message."
"Mother, he could be an assassin!"
"Vellacci, it is I who wish to speak to him in the privacy of the woods, I want to know the matter first and assess the information before informing the council."
"Do as you wish." She said before storming back to her chambers.
"I am sorry for causing any offense to your family, your highness." He said as he bowed his head once more.
"William, it is your presence not your actions that causes offense in this court, I will be the judge of your character on the hunt."
"Let me be found upright in your eyes, O mighty queen of Sivaganag."
I was pleased with his demeanor, he was not a groveling weakling like some of my other guests, but not arrogant as well, he understood his place. He was a fine specimen, hearing the message is secondary to spending time with him privately as I gaze upon his countenance.
"Periya Marudhu, escort William and I out of the city, and guard our horses at the forest's edge."
"As you command my queen."
"William, my maids will fetch you water, you must be parched from your journey."
"Indeed your majesty, it has been a long journey and I wish to find the relief of water against my mouth."
"I will get prepared for the hunt, go quench your thirst and wash before we depart."
I called my maids to take him to the guest chamber. I myself needed to wear proper attire for this hunt, not my regular hunting apparel, no, I will wear my grandest sari. I dismissed the court and went to my chambers. I undressed and looked at myself in the mirror. After having recaptured the kingdom, I celebrated my victory three days after by piercing my teats and my naval in the Raja Rajeshwari temple in memory of Kuyili. The gold looked divine as it complimented my prominent breasts.
William's eyes will wander across my body, this I decided in my guilt the moment my yoni quivered for him. Forgive me Muthu. What am I thinking? He is a Britisher, and I am an Indian queen, widow and mother. How obscene are my thoughts? I closed my eyes and made a decision. I quickly dressed myself in the green sari and pulled the pallu over my shoulder. I took my bow, quiver, and dagger, placing them against my body that complimented my figure. I then inspected my hair before leaving my chamber, he will find me dignified yet alluring. Even as the years passed my face and figure remained the same as the day I returned to Sivaganga.
I appeared in the court room and saw that William looked refreshed, he was even more glorious to gaze upon now, my eyes lingered on his face for some time.
"Your majesty, wherever you are ready, I will escort you both safely out of the city."
Periya Marudhu led the way as we departed the palace. His massive frame sat atop his large sturdy stallion, a beast as imposing as the man himself, with muscles rippling under its glossy black coat. William rode beside me on a horse provided from our stables, a fine chestnut mare that seemed almost too delicate for his tall, broad-shouldered build. He handled the reins with surprising ease, his posture straight and confident, betraying perhaps a military training that went beyond mere messenger duties.
I couldn't help but steal glances at him as we rode; the way his white uniform clung to his form in the humid air, the golden hair catching the sunlight like threads of spun silk. My heart quickened, a forbidden thrill stirring within me, even as guilt nipped at its edges. He made quick glances to the skull adorned around my horse's neck. I decided to implore him about his curiosity.
"William, you seem to have taken a great interest in my horse, perhaps you admire the quality of my steed?"
"Your steed is indeed of great blood your majesty, but my interest was upon the skull attached to its neck."
"That is the skull of my husband's slayer, a British officer that I brought down in battle four years prior, a stark reminder to anyone that sees my womanhood as a weakness."
He met my eyes with steely resolve in not being frightened.
"None can undermine your prowess, your majesty, your reputation precedes you."
I was pleased with his demeanor, he was respectable and had the confidence of a king. As we rode through the streets, people looked at us in awe, they must be thinking why their great queen and her guardian are riding with a Britisher.
The streets of Sivaganga bustled with life as we made our way out of the city. Merchants hawked their wares from colorful stalls, the air thick with the scents of spices, jasmine, and sizzling street food. Children darted between the crowds, their laughter mingling with the calls of vendors and the distant chants from the temples. Periya Marudhu rode ahead, his presence alone clearing a path through the throng, his spear glinting ominously as a reminder of our kingdom's hard-won independence. William remained silent at first, his blue eyes scanning the surroundings with a mix of curiosity and caution, but I caught him glancing my way more than once, his gaze lingering on the curve of my waist where the green saree draped elegantly over my hips.
As we approached the city's outskirts, near the fruit markets where the road widened toward the fields, my eyes fell upon a poignant scene. A young boy, no more than seven or eight, stood beside his mother at a humble stall piled high with mangoes, guavas, and jackfruit. The woman, her sari threadbare and her face etched with the lines of hardship, haggled desperately with the vendor, clutching a few meager coins in her palm. The boy tugged at her hem, his wide eyes fixed on a cluster of ripe mangoes, but she shook her head sadly, her voice low and pleading. My heart ached at the sight, reminders of the poverty that still plagued my people, even after reclaiming our throne from the British yoke.
"Periya Marudhu, halt," I commanded, reining in my horse. William and my guardian stopped immediately, exchanging puzzled looks as I dismounted with graceful ease. The crowd around us hushed, recognizing their queen, and a murmur of reverence spread like a wave.
Approaching the stall, I addressed the vendor first. "How much for the finest fruits you have? Enough to fill a basket for this child and his mother."
The man's eyes widened in awe. "Your Majesty... it would be an honor. But for you, no cost."
"Nonsense," I interrupted gently.
"You earn your livelihood fairly. Take this."
I drew a small pouch from my belt, filled with silver coins, and handed it to him, ensuring he was well compensated beyond the fruits' worth.
Turning to the boy and his mother, who had fallen to their knees in supplication, I smiled warmly.
"Rise, my dear ones. There is no need for such formality."
I selected a plump mango myself and placed it in the boy's small hands, then filled a woven basket with an assortment of fruits--guavas for sweetness, jackfruit for sustenance. Handing the basket to the mother, I pressed another small bag into her palm, this one containing a few gold coins, enough to ease their burdens for months.
"Bless you, O merciful Queen," the woman whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks. "May the gods favor you eternally."
I knelt slightly to meet the boy's gaze, cupping his soft cheeks in my hands. His skin was warm, his eyes bright with wonder and gratitude.
"Little one," I said softly, "promise me you will be good for your mother. Help her, learn from her strength, and grow to be a protector of our land, just as she has protected you."
"I promise, Amma," he replied in a small voice, his face beaming as he clutched the mango like a treasure.
Rising, I nodded to them both, feeling a warmth in my chest that momentarily chased away the shadows of my past. As I remounted my horse, the crowd erupted in cheers, chanting my name with fervor. Periya Marudhu grunted his approval, a rare smile cracking his stern facade. William watched the entire exchange with quiet admiration, his eyes softening as they met mine.
"Your kindness knows no bounds, Your Majesty," he murmured, his voice that soothing baritone that sent a shiver through me.
"It is a rare virtue in these turbulent times."
We took off once more, the city's gates fading behind us as the road opened toward the lush forests. The air grew fresher, laced with the earthy scent of impending rain and wild blooms. Periya Marudhu maintained his lead, but I felt a playful spark ignite within me, a desire to break free from the weight of queenship, if only for a moment. Glancing at William, I arched an eyebrow in challenge.
"Tell me, William Windsor, are you as skilled with a horse as you are with words? Or do British messengers prefer a leisurely pace?"
He grinned, a flash of white teeth that made my pulse race.
"I assure you, Your Majesty, I can ride with the best."
"Then prove it!" I laughed, spurring my horse forward into a gallop.
The wind whipped through my hair, loosening strands from my braid, and my saree billowed like the wings of the emerald dove. William urged his mare on, matching my speed effortlessly, his laughter echoing mine as we raced side by side. The thundering hooves drowned out the world, and for those exhilarating moments, it was just us, the queen and the mysterious messenger, bound by an unspoken thrill. Periya Marudhu followed at a steady trot, shaking his head in amusement but ever vigilant.
As the forest's edge loomed ahead, thick with teak and sandalwood trees, I slowed my horse, breathless and alive in a way I hadn't felt since my youth. William pulled up beside me, his cheeks flushed, his eyes alight with something deeper than mere competition.
"You ride like the wind itself, Your Majesty," he said, his voice husky. "I am humbled... and enchanted."
I met his gaze, my body humming with anticipation for what the privacy of the woods might bring.
"The hunt has only just begun, William. Let us see what the forest reveals."
Periya Marudhu dismounted at the edge of the deep forest, where the canopy of ancient teak and sandalwood swallowed the sunlight in green shadow.
"My queen," he rumbled, taking the reins of all three horses, "I shall remain here. No man will pass me."
I rested a hand briefly on his massive forearm. "Keep a watchful eye."
William offered his hand to help me down, though I needed no help. Still, I let my fingers linger in his palm a moment longer than courtesy demanded, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. Then we stepped together beneath the trees, bow and quiver slung across my back, the soft rustle of my green silk saree the only sound between us for the first few paces.
The air inside the forest was cooler, heavy with the scent of damp earth and wild jasmine. Sunlight fell in golden spears through the leaves, striping William's white uniform and my dark skin with moving light.
I broke the silence first.
"Tell me of your England, William Windsor. Is the sun there as fierce as ours? Does it burn the skin until it blisters, or is it gentle?"
He smiled, a slow, almost shy curve of the lips that made something low in my belly tighten.