It had been a quiet morning in the palace of Agra. Princess Jahanara reclined on a carved marble divan in her private chamber, sunlight spilling through the jali screens and casting delicate patterns across the silk cushions. Servants moved silently, bringing trays of sweetmeats and cool sherbet. She lifted a delicate cup, savoring the chill, and let her gaze drift to the garden below where fountains danced and peacocks wandered. For now, there were no councils or ceremonies, only the gentle murmur of water and the soft rustle of her muslin skirts.