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The mystical continent of Nooristana teeters on the brink of war. As the enemy forces prepare to attack, Queen Numaira of Amruthsthaan stands alone between peace and chaos, anxiously awaiting r...
The call to Maghrib prayer echoed through the twilight air of Amruthsthaan. The sun had just set, casting a warm, golden glow across the horizon, illuminating the sky with hues of orange and pink.
In the quiet solitude of her chamber, Queen Numaira knelt in prayer, seeking strength and guidance for the trials ahead.
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Suddenly, A scout burst into the chamber, "Mallika Saheba! An Aldorian boat is approaching the shore carrying a white flag. King Alden is on it!" he said, his voice urgent and breathless.
Numaira rose gracefully, her movements fluid as she concluded her prayer with a soft breath over herself. "Call Manohar and tell him to join me on the watchtower," she instructed, her voice calm and composed.
She moved with purposeful strides, her robes whispering against the stone floor as she made her way to the watchtower on the fort wall, which overlooked the shore.
Manohar arrived shortly after, bowing respectfully. "Saheba, the scouts have confirmed it. The Aldorian boat is nearly at our shore."
Numaira glanced at him, her expression thoughtful but composed. "And King Alden is on it?"
Manohar nodded, his face serious. "Yes, Saheba. It seems like they want to have a parley," he said, his tone steady yet cautious.
Numaira nodded, her eyes fixed on the approaching boat. The vessel drew closer, its white flag fluttering in the breeze. "Command everyone to hold fire. No one is to release an arrow until I give the order," she instructed firmly.
"Understood, Saheba. Should I approach them to initiate the discussion?" Manohar asked, his face resolute, determination shining in his eyes.
Numaira turned to him, her expression unwavering. "Yes, Manohar. I trust you with this. Handle it wisely," she said.
As she looked down at the approaching boat, details became clearer. King Alden, a tall and imposing figure, stood at the bow, flanked by his advisors and soldiers.
The boat was ornately decorated, its intricate designs gleaming in the sunlight, a stark contrast to the tension it carried.
The air was thick with anticipation, every moment stretching out as the boat made its way to the shore.
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