The long, intricate corridors of the Vasuki Royal Palace branched out in various directions, each leading to a unique destination. However, one particular path led to a palace that stood out above all others—a structure so lavish and extravagant that it eclipsed every other palace within the vast royal complex. And it had every right to do so, for it was none other than the residence of Nagaraja Neil Vasuki himself, the sovereign of the Vasuki dynasty.
However, at this moment the atmosphere of the palace seemed rather tense. The servants and guards stood outside of the hall. Their heads pointing towards the ground, they didn't dare to do any unnecessary movements to get unwanted attention because these people could clearly hear the voices coming from the small hall of the palace.
"Arya, how could you do that? It's not right! You can't do that!"
