In the ancient kingdom of Mewar, a warrior king has conquered lands, made alliances, and taken four wives-but never once given away his heart.
Until now.
Kshitija Devi, daughter of Awadh's greatest scholar, was not born a princess-but she was born to rule. With a mind sharpened by books and a blade honed in secret, she enters Mewar not as a bride among many, but as the woman destiny chose to wear the crown.
Their marriage is political by name-but prophetic by fate.
He is the Sun: fire-forged, revered, untouchable.
She is the Horizon: vast, unwavering, inevitable.
Amidst palace rivalries, looming war, and ancestral power struggles, Kshitija must claim her place-not through seduction or schemes, but through unshakable wisdom, courage, and the strength to be his equal.
And Veerendra, the king of kings, must learn what it means to kneel-not in defeat, but in devotion.
A tale of fire and foresight, of love without compromise, and of a queen who rose not from the throne, but above it.
Because even the sun must bow-when it meets the horizon.