The morning at Raghuvanshi Palace had an almost ethereal stillness to it. The sun had just begun to brim inside the grand courtyard, pouring its golden hue across the vast marble floors and intricate sandstone pillars.
A gentle breeze carried the faint scent of flowers from the gardens, illuminating the palace's quiet grace. Everything seemed so serene, as if the palace itself was basking in the aftermath of a storm that had finally begun to settle.


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