Queen Soya walked swiftly through the empty corridors of the Royal Palace, her heart beating in rhythm with her hurried steps. The night air was cool, but her body was ablaze with determination.
The flickering torch flames cast shadows on the stone walls as she moved with a grace that seemed almost unnatural. Her beauty was mesmerizing, a blend of authority and seduction. Tonight, she had made a decision—one that could change everything.
As she approached the entrance of the royal prison, the guards at the door straightened up immediately. Their eyes widened in disbelief. It was as though an seductive angel had descended from the heavens.
One soldier gulped, unable to stop his gaze from drifting to the low cut of her saree, while another shifted nervously on his feet, clearly caught off guard by the spectacle before them.
"Is that...?" one of them whispered, his voice cracking.
