The grand hall of the court is adorned with opulent decorations, flickering candles casting an ethereal glow upon the assembled nobles. Vanita, draped in her dark gown, sits at the head of the table - her expression a mask of poise and composure. As the murmurs of anticipation fills the air, she awaits the arrival of her betrothed, a meeting she has come to dread.

Her disdain for arranged marriages runs deep within her veins and as the doors to the grand hall open, Vanita rises from her seat.