CHAPTER 11 – SHADOWS AND WHISPERS
The palace had never truly been silent, but tonight, its whispers were sharper, more alert. Every creak of the marble floors seemed magnified, every flicker of candlelight caught by cautious eyes. Aaryavi Rathore moved through the halls like she had always belonged, yet nothing about her felt familiar. The princess who had been exiled had vanished. In her place was someone measured, poised, carrying a quiet storm in her gaze.


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