The Last Queen For The Throne

en, which once belonged to my adoptive father, now belongs to the Bagyar sultanate. Luckily, because this garden had entered the harvest period, the palace needed workers

y people, including nobles. However, it all comes back to each individual appreciating someone's sweat. From a distance, I saw Mirz

ig smile and a sweet face. I was nervou

a, just ca

nsidered beautiful and handsome; their caste doesn't matter. You can imagine that if someone wants to be said to be lovely, they must be in the highest caste

ls to fall in love. So far, my life has only been filled with thinking about what tomorrow will be like, what work to do, where to find that job, and things related to making a living. I don't have time to think about love. I've never attached my heart t

and interacted with me, my face is not ugly, they say I am beautiful if only I take care of myself. My brown skin is now slightly tanned due to sunburn and unkempt maintenance; my eyes are equip

uestion made me immediately

mile shyly for a few seconds, then raised my face again to look

gh almost simultaneously. Honestly, the compliment affected me. I don't know the meaning of the words, whether he was

didn't believe we were homeless; I leaned my shoulder against th

s looking for work to eat," I said while looking at the man with an appraising look. He put both hands in his trouser pockets, then said, "I'm also not

." Mirza said, then I asked Maliq, "Why are you joining as a worker?" He should no longer be a worker;

ough we have been waiting for that." Maliq told about his family; he and his father would work odd jobs after selling milk at the market, which only lasted until midday, the rest of the time doing other work. I listen attentively; listening to other people's life

selling and I was asked to deliver it there," he said, whic

tan's palace look l

arved gold-plated iron; two guards are always loyal on the right and left sides. I was never invited to the palace when my adoptive father was still alive. My adoptive father was a wealthy merchant who o

he lacked clear information about the Sultan's palace, which he

ultan's palace h

ls what he saw. Still, it's hard to believe everyone who ever talks about the Sultan's palace. However, Maliq is one of the people who can be trusted when he tells stories about the Sultan's palace. Maliq laughed lightly at

rned to the cart, I felt like I was sitting in the garden of heaven, beautiful, "fresh and calming, maybe heaven is much more beautiful than that garden, but it is the most beautiful garde

king!" shouted the supervisor, who was watching us work from

this man to be so friendly to people like us. Judging from our appearance, we can be sure that we are among those who have been forgotten and even seem thrown away. Only a handful of

brought; when else can we drink milk for free," said M

the palace kitchen, I think people who have met the sultan in person are lucky," said Maliq, who still fe

the Sultan, who had a stab wound on his left side. That night became one of the nights I will never forget