Night fell over the clear Indian sky, a full moon accompanied by a sea of stars illuminated the capital of the Anangpur Empire as two siblings met in secret. The Princess of the Empire, Priya Tomara, lies sickly in her bed. Over the past year, her condition had grown substantially worse, to the point that she was now bedridden.
Her brother Dharya, the Emperor, was nothing more than a puppet to his uncle's whims, and try as he might to build a loyal faction that could help him overthrow his regent, he had utterly failed in doing so. Now, with his sister on the brink of the death, the boy was filled with despair.
"I'm sorry Priya. I don't know what is wrong with you. Not even the court physician understands why your health is failing. There is nothing I can do but sit here by your side..."
