When a kingdom balances on a ledger and a hush, even small gestures take on the weight of treaties. Mehrawan moved that day like a creature listening for footsteps: cautious, taut, aware. The morning sun lashed the palace terraces in hard gold; by noon the air had a metallic tang—councillors' ink, soldiers' sweat, and the faint fret of jasmine crushed under hurried feet. Plans were made in the bright rooms where nothing could be hidden, and promises were kept in the dark corners where everything could be broken.
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Looking forward for publishing as hardcopies.
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