Bidar, Vijayanagara Empire.
Rahul Shetty, stationed indefinitely at Bidar with the imposter prince, was having a large feast at the expense of the second prince. He was allowed some money for the mission, and Rahul being a higher-up in a royal army meant that he didn't really need that much money to keep the imposter under wraps.
For the past week, Rahul was spending the money on luxurious goods, alcohol, and women. He was living an extravagant lifestyle at the expense of the prince. These expenses would fly under the radar as mission funds.
"That dumb bastard should be dead. How dare he look at me like that?" He muttered, chugging a large glass of alcohol.
Rahul Shetty despised the way the prince looked at him. He felt inferior in his presence, and those cold eyes of his made him cower in fear before him.
Little did he know what was in store for him for colluding with the assassins targeting the youngest prince, Harsha.
