[Aditya's POV]
"Draupadi, Walk with me." I took Draupadi's hand and led her a few steps away from Amba, who stood quietly by the palace gates, her gaze averted and her posture tense. Fenrir, sensing the shift in atmosphere, remained close to Amba, providing her a small measure of comfort.
Draupadi walked with me in silence, her hand still gently clasped in mine. The moment felt heavy, a delicate balance between understanding and unspoken tension. When we were far enough from Amba to speak without being overheard, I stopped and turned to face Draupadi. Her eyes were soft, but there was something unreadable beneath the surface—a dangerous calm.
"What's going on, Aditya?" she asked quietly, her voice low but sharp. "What exactly are you doing with her?"
"What do you think?" I countered calmly.
