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In 1530, the kingdom of Hiranyagarh has never lost a war. Its king, Mayin sharp-eyed, battle-hardened, untouchable is everything legend promised. Cold in the durbar. Lethal on the battlefield. And carrying a secret that would shake every throne from here to Zarnabad.
When the queen of Zarnabad arrives as a political bride, she brings with her a sharp tongue, sharper eyes, and an unsettling habit of seeing through everything Mayin has spent a lifetime building.
They were supposed to be allies.
They became something no word in 1530 was brave enough to describe.
Some empires are built on gold.
This one was built on a beautiful, devastating illusion.
And her name was Mayin.