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Everyone knew the story of Rashta. They knew the rumors. They knew the scandals. They knew the cruel words whispered behind closed doors and the judgments spoken by people who had never once tried to understand her.
To the world, Rashta was many things. A former slave, a commoner who rose too high, a woman who reached for a crown that was never meant to belong to her. But no one ever asked the question that mattered most.
Who was Rashta before the world decided who she was?
Before the jewels, before the palace, before the throne that became both her dream and her prison, Rashta was simply a girl who wanted a life where she was safe. A girl who wanted to be loved. A girl who believed that if she could just reach high enough, she would finally be untouchable.
But the higher she climbed, the more painful the fall became. And when the world finally turned its back on her, everyone believed her story had ended. They believed Rashta was gone.
They were wrong. Because sometimes, the ending everyone expects is only the beginning of another story.
Far beyond the borders of the Eastern Empire, beyond the whispers and the hatred, there existed a land known as the Aurentine Empire.
A place of golden halls, ancient traditions, and a crown that believed a person's worth was not determined by their birth. A place ruled by an empress who saw something in Rashta that no one else had.
Not a villain, not a pawn, not a mistake. Just a person who had been hurt for far too long. This is the story of Rashta. Not the woman history chose to remember. But the woman she was always meant to become.