"Welcome, Your Majesty! What brings you to this old witch Ambala today? Leaving your grand palace to come to this desolate place must have a significant reason behind it."
Saying this, Ambala lets out a sinister laugh.
"Ambala, we need your magical powers. Our son Kartikeya and the lives of our people are in danger."
Ambala laughs again and says, "What kingdom has become so powerful, Your Majesty, that today the ruler of Magadha needs my magical powers?"
The king of Magadha, eyes filled with determination, stepped closer to Ambala, his voice steady. "It's not a question of power, Ambala. The forces we face are unlike anything we've ever encountered. Dark magic has crept into our lands, threatening everything we hold dear. afflicted by a curse we cannot break. Our healers and priests have tried, but to no avail. You are our last hope."
Ambala's laughter faded, her eyes narrowing as she studied the king. "Dark magic, you say? If what you speak is true, then even my powers may not be enough. But I will help you—on one condition."
The king's heart raced. "Name your price."
Ambala leaned in, her voice a whisper. "I want something more precious than gold or jewels. I want a favor, one that I will claim when the time is right."
Ambala slashes the king's hand with a knife and begins to drink his blood.
"Your Majesty! So, you are afraid of that great power in Kaushal?"
"Yes, Ambala, that is exactly what we are talking about."
Using her magic to locate the princess, Ambala suddenly freezes in shock, and all her ritual materials catch fire.
"This can't be possible," Ambala says, trembling. "The powers of that princess... I have never encountered such forces before, Your Majesty."
The king stared in disbelief as Ambala, the most feared witch in the land, trembled before him. The fire from her ritual materials crackled, casting eerie shadows on the walls.
"What do you mean, Ambala?" the king demanded, his voice thick with urgency.
Ambala's eyes were wide with fear. "The princess of Kaushal… her powers are beyond anything I've ever seen. They are ancient, primal. She is no ordinary mortal, but something far more dangerous. If you intend to confront her, you will be walking into the very jaws of death."
The king's resolve faltered for a moment, but then he straightened, determination hardening his features. "I have no choice, Ambala. For the sake of Magadha, for the life of my son, I must face her. Will you stand with me?"
Ambala hesitated, then slowly nodded. "Very well, but beware, Your Majesty. This battle may cost you more than you realize."
Preparations for the coronation at Siri Fort were in full swing. People were beginning to forget the past and were eagerly awaiting the arrival of their new queen.
Princess Radha sat on the balcony of her chamber, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts. The gusts of wind played with her long, loose hair, sometimes blowing it across her back, and at other times, across her face like a veil under the moonlight.
Radha felt disconnected, unaware of her own existence or the immense power she possessed.
Just then, her gaze fell on some people within the fort. They were quietly exchanging some items and then leaving discreetly.
When Radha focused on them, she realized that they were handing each other weapons. It didn't take long for her to understand that a betrayal was unfolding within the fort, and her life was in grave danger.