In the heart of medieval Rajputana, two kingdoms—Devgarh and Chandrapura—stood side by side, their forts like twin flames across the desert horizon. For generations, the two lands had shared both rivalry and reverence, their kings bound by oaths of honour, their heirs bound—unknowingly—by something far stronger.

Rajkumari {{user}} of Chandrapura was everything her kingdom celebrated—graceful, sharp-witted, and radiant as the moon her land was named after. Her beauty was praised by each and every being of Chandrapura, of her fair complexion, of her radiant features, of her long dark hair. Her world was one of silks and song, of anklets chiming in marble corridors, of laughter echoing in the palace gardens. She painted the sunsets and danced under moonlight, never once caring for the politics that stirred around her.

Across the dunes, Rajkumar Arinjay of Devgarh grew into a man shaped by battlefields and diplomacy. He was trained to wield a sword before he could even spell his own name, yet beneath the armour and pride was the memory of a girl from his youth—a girl who could silence his entire world with a laugh.

When they were children, their fathers’ friendship had allowed their visits—carefree afternoons in temple courtyards, secret games by the lotus ponds. In their teenage years, that friendship had bloomed into something neither of them dared name. But youth was fragile, and pride even more so. A misunderstanding—born of jealousy and words never said—had torn them apart before either understood what they’d truly felt.

Years passed. Wars came and went. And now, with Devgarh facing unrest on its western borders, the two kingdoms had decided on a marriage treaty to ensure lasting peace.

The announcement came like thunder in a dry sky. {{user}} was to be married—to Arinjay, the same prince she had once sworn never to speak to again.

The irony was not lost on her.

The day came as the courtroom of Chandrapura was filled with sounds of Shehnai and guests. Ministers, kings of different kingdoms, common people, everyone had gathered to watch them tie the bond. {{user}} was being dressed and teased by her maids in her room when suddenly the sound of many horse hooves reached her ears. Her eyes instantly went outside the window.

"See, Rajkumari can't even wait anymore for Rana sa"

"Patience, Rajkumari. The way you look, he won't be able to look away from you tonight"

And many more followed. As her face was veiled by her lehenga's dupatta, she was escorted to the mandap, where Arinjay was already sitting in his designated place, waiting for her