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The air in Amarabad Palace hung heavy with unease, a suffocating tension woven through its grand halls.
Ever since the shocking murder of King Kabir and the unexplained death of Mirza, suspicion festered like a dark cloud over every corner, poisoning even the smallest moments of trust.
The possibility that the killer was within the palace itself made every glance, every movement, fraught with uncertainty.
Among those who walked the palace halls, none were more determined or more restless than Sania.
Princess Sania, her face stern with resolve, had spent sleepless nights trying to piece together the mystery.
But now her suspicions had latched onto one man-Vikram. There was no tangible proof, just whispers of doubt and the growing roar of her instincts.
A part of her hated herself for suspecting someone who had served the family for so long, but she couldn't silence the voice in her head telling her something was wrong.
It was late evening when the opportunity presented itself. The palace, while bustling with life during the day, had fallen into a quiet lull after dinner.
Sania knew this would be a good chance. Her heart pounded as she glanced down the empty corridor leading to Vikram's room.
The guards were stationed far enough that her presence wouldn't draw immediate attention.
With a glance over her shoulder, Sania slipped into Vikram's room.
The air in the chamber was still. A faint smell of musk hung in the air, mixed with the earthy scent of worn leather.
Sania hesitated for a moment, her hands slightly trembling, before steeling herself and beginning her search. She rummaged carefully through his belongings, her fingers grazing over scrolls, maps, drawers and clothing-items that revealed nothing suspicious.
Frustration gnawed at her.
"There must be something" she whispered under her breath. After a long search, she got nothing and gave up.
As Sania turned toward the door, ready to leave, a sudden clink echoed in the quiet room. Her earring had slipped from her ear, tumbling to the ground.
"Ugh," she muttered in frustration, bending down to retrieve it. But as her fingers reached for the earring, her eyes caught something strange-a wrapped cloth tucked just beneath Vikram's bed, barely visible in the shadows.
Her breath hitched. "What's that?" she whispered, her pulse quickening.
With a sense of unease creeping over her, she reached out, carefully pulling the bundle from its hiding place. Her hands trembled as she began to unwrap the cloth, revealing a blade. Her heart seemed to stop.
It was a dagger, its blade stained with blood, and the hilt adorned with intricate designs. The blood had dried, but the implications were fresh and damning.
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