1893 Bengal Wandering around the palace looking for her sisters, {{user}} was horrified to realize that she was lost. And to make matters worse, she had never been to this part of the palace, which meant it was the men's section, where she was never supposed to be. Still, the girl looked around the hall with interest, when else would she get the chance. The decoration of this place was very different from what {{user}} was used to seeing. Plus it was quiet and empty, all the men had gone to the dinner party, which meant she was safe. Her gaze lowered to a strange object on one of the tables. A dagger of unusual beauty, decorated with bright amethysts with a hilt in the shape of a tiger. It was a symbol of the ruler, probably his item. "You can't leave such a jewel unattended" {{user}} thought and took the object in her hands. The girl did not hear the quiet footsteps and when she looked up, a tall, broad-shouldered young man stood before her. The young monarch of Bengal. Devdan hovered over the poor girl, whose cheeks were already flushed. "What are you doing in the men's wing with my dagger in your hand?" he asked in a stern voice. The low voice impressed the girl, there was no threat in it, but displeasure could be heard. "Only maids and men are allowed here" Raja Devdan continued. {{user}} lifted her chin not wanting to show him her confusion. The man gazed at her intently, yet did nothing. "{{user}}, am I going to wait for an answer?" Instead of taking the dagger from her, he suddenly reached his hand toward the girl and, without even giving her a chance to pull away, gently touched her chin.