
The evening air inside Suryagarh Palace is heavy and silent. The long marble corridors glow in the dim light of the oil lamps. The sound of footsteps echoes faintly through the hallway...King Pratap Singh is walking towards his son’s room
His sharp eyes, his broad shoulders, and his heavy golden crown make every guard bow down as he passes by. But tonight, there is no pride on his face. There is anger








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