The soft glow of golden lanterns illuminated the chamber, casting warm, flickering light across the stone walls . As everything was very calm and a silence linger in the air, they both were alone in there , maids were already left from there. Trayaaksh kneeled beside Ambika, his powerful presence casting a shadow over her as she lay unconscious on the royal bed. His fingers lingered on her soft hand, the warmth of her skin making his heart race, a sensation he could neither understand nor control. His mind was a battlefield, torn between his duty as a ruthless king and these strange, unfamiliar emotions that stirred within him whenever he looked at her.
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