“A royal heart makes no promises lightly… but when it does, it’s written in legacy, not ink.”
The corridors of the Udaipur palace were silent, bathed in the amber glow of the antique chandeliers. It was well past midnight, and yet, in one of the more secluded chambers of the east wing, the air buzzed with tension—not of a political sort, but of something far more complicated.
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