The sun had barely risen over the Bharat Kingdom when Princess Maitra stood tall, her sword shining in the morning light. She was surrounded by Jungkook, her loyal guard and friend, watching her back, Tara and Nadani comforting a distraught woman behind them, and several palace guards restraining a cowering man at her feet. The man, Lord Harshvardhan, begged pitifully.
MAITRA: "Your wife, Lady Nalini, has borne bruises and tears for months. Your 'drunken rage' nearly killed her spirit."
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