The dawn painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, but in the Kingdom of Rakatpur, the light seemed hesitant to breach the heavy shroud of unease that cloaked the palace. Vihaani stood on her balcony, her heart racing as she replayed the events of the previous day—the revelation of a traitor in their midst, the looming threat of Elara, and the growing complexity of her feelings for Vihaan.
“Vihaani!” The voice of her father, King Rajendra, echoed from the chamber below, pulling her from her thoughts. “We must prepare for the council meeting.”
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