Sita's Story

The setting was breathtaking as the Princes entered the city. It was completely decorated and prepared for the upcoming wedding. Flags hung from turrets and crested banners swung on the sides of the buildings. Carriages pulled by horses carried royalty of all sorts down the cobblestone streets and bands containing horns and drums played the music commissioned by the royal family. As the Princes approached the palace, Rama caught the glance of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He knew as their eyes met that this single moment was the beginning of a true, lasting love. Although they did not exchange words, they both knew that they were destined for each other. As the Princes and other potential suitors passed by the balcony on which Sita sat, Rama turned to the others and remarked, “I will marry her. So be my words.”

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In her dressing chambers, Sita and her ladies were preparing her for the ceremony. She sat and pondered as her hair was curled and braided. As she took her dress from the wardrobe, Sita began to imagine who she would marry in it.

“Did you see that man?” asked Sita. Nearly two hours had passed since the procession of her suitors and she could still not get over her feelings about him.

“Yes, ma’am, and we think he had eyes for you as well.”

“I know that my father has this planned out, for this competition to decide my marriage. But I hope with my whole heart that this man wins.” Sita knew that any other man would not suffice.

Later that evening, Rama entered the room for the wedding. It was decadently designed with gold inscriptions on the walls, frescoes on the ceiling, and white floors marbled with gold and silver. A chandelier that spanned the size of an eagle's outstretched wings cast light that danced lavishly over the room. Sitting on a large stone table was a sword of gargantuan sizes. It was emblazoned with swirls of gold and bore a large ruby on the end of the handle. Even amidst this beauty, his eyes were immediately drawn to the woman, Sita, dressed in her wedding gowns with long braided hair. It was impossible not to stare.

The King, her father, had promised his daughter to whoever was able to lift his sword. At this time, the King announced for the competition to begin. Suitor by suitor came to compete and one by one, they failed. The sword was solid, heavy gold, a kind of gold that no normal man could lift. Finally, after waiting on every other suitor to take their turn, Rama approached the sword. Before he attempted to raise it, he stole one last glance at Sita. It was in this moment that she realized that they were without a doubt meant for each other. Sita was head over heels in love and waited in excruciation for her beloved to attempt at the sword. The room went completely silent as Rama grabbed the handle. Rama heaved the sword with no sign of hesitation and lifted it with unparalleled strength. With a simple flick of his wrist, Rama lifted the sword and proved his worth.

“What are you called, sir?” asked the King.

“Rama, Your Majesty,” he responded.

“Rama, you have lifted the sword and you have won my marital blessing for my daughter.”

The entire room erupted in celebration. And the kingdom celebrated with parties at the sight of Rama winning the king's daughter. And Rama and Sita danced until daybreak.

Author's note:

I chose to take more liberty with this story than my previous stories. In past stories, I have only changed point of view or dialogue. The original story for this retelling was set in a temple in India. I chose to change the setting to a palace with more modern aspects, such as transportation being carriages. I also decided to change the weapon from a bow to a sword—in order to maintain the carriage/castle setting and concept. I added quite a lot of imagery, as this story deserves it. This includes the descriptions of the city, the castle, and descriptions of the character's actions. This story is one of love and grandeur, so I tried to portray it as such. I also chose to create an entire new scene in the middle. I exemplified Sita’s thoughts and feelings, so we can see what happens from both parties. Lastly, I chose to relay more dialogue from Rama, Sita, the King and Sita’s friends. My overall desire with this retelling was to make this story more beautiful and eloquent to read, as well as more simple and straightforward as well. I really hope you enjoy my story and I welcome all feedback. Thanks for reading.