She noticed how despite the messenger groveling on the floor, the slave did not so much as move a hair width's distance to show the royals before him an ounce of respect.

𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘱. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭.

"As per our customs, we offer to the king of Aryavartha our finest slave. Trained to be a steadfast soldier. As silent as an owl that hunts on the darkest nights, as deadly as a lion that makes fear crawl up the spines of the common folk. A slave more loyal than a dog."

The messenger slightly raised his head and dared to glance at the Rajkumari.

Ira felt herself stiffen at the fact that his attention had gone to her at all.

"A gift especially for the Rajkumari."

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The sunblessed kingdom of Aryavartha has been at war with the Kingdom of blood and iron, Thamravansh, for almost a decade. 

The tale of our warrior begins when the enemy kingdom's army retreats, and a messenger comes to the royal court of Aryavartha. He comes in peace, and to try and convince the King of Aryavartha to agree to truce between their kingdoms.

He comes with a slave from Thamravansh. 

A gift for the Rajkumari.

A tale of loss, love, gods and demons. A tale of adventure and thrill.

The tale of a crown forged in exile. 

The tale of our Raṇadhīrāṅganā.

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𝖯𝖴𝖡𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖶𝖨𝖫𝖫 𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖱𝖳 5𝖳𝖧 𝖮𝖥 𝖠𝖯𝖱𝖨𝖫