Prologue

Eight centuries ago, nestled between silver rivers and mist-cloaked mountains, stood two mighty kingdoms; Rajmanya and Simhapatra.

Rajmanya, as its name echoed, was a land of honor. Its people believed in legacy, loyalty, and the quiet strength of unity. Its rulers were seen not just as monarchs, but as guardians of their culture and the beating heart of their people.

Simhapatra, by contrast, roared like the lion it was named after. A kingdom forged in the fire of valor, it was ruled by warrior-kings; undefeated, unwavering, and feared across the realm. Simhapatra did not bend. It conquered, protected, and stood tall against any shadow that dared threaten its borders. For them, loyalty was not just expected, it was demanded.

Yet despite their differences, these two kingdoms thrived side by side, not in rivalry, but in friendship. At the center of this bond were two great kings; Raghunath Rathore of Rajmanya and Vikram Aditya of Simhapatra. Brothers not by blood, but by choice.

To seal their bond with blood and not just words, they arranged a future alliance by betrothing Princess Saanvi, the three-year-old jewel of Rajmanya, to Prince Surya Aditya, crown prince of Simhapatra. A celebration echoed through both realms, a promise of peace and unity for generations to come.

For years, everything went smoothly. The kingdoms flourished. Peace endured. And the children grew; one raised with the grace of a queen, the other trained to be an emperor. 

But fate had its own designs.

Thirteen years later, as the princess stepped into her sixteenth year, fate began to unravel everything the kings had once dared to dream.

It began with an invisible enemy... an epidemic that swept through Rajmanya like a silent storm. The royal palace, once full of laughter and legacy, fell into mourning. King Raghunath, his queen, and the crown prince succumbed within weeks. The kingdom wept. And at its heart remained the only surviving member of the royal family... the young princess.

In the midst of royal mourning, preparations for the grand wedding with King Surya Aditya started. Then, on the eve of the wedding, the princess disappeared.

She left no letter. No signs of struggle. No farewell.

The palace erupted in confusion. Servants whispered. Nobles speculated. It didn't take long for stories to spread. And by sundown, a single rumor reigned supreme: Princess Saanvi had eloped.

They said she had run away with a man of her choosing... someone unworthy, someone unknown. But whatever the truth was, it didn't matter. The damage had been done.

King Surya Aditya, now a powerful ruler in his own right, took it as the ultimate betrayal. He who valued loyalty and honor above all else had been shamed before two kingdoms. The insult could not be ignored.

The wedding never took place. With no heir to ascend the throne, Princess Saanvi's uncle claimed the crown of Rajmanya.

But King Surya did not forget. Or forgive.

He declared war.

With two hundred thousand trained warriors, he marched on Rajmanya. The battle was swift and brutal. When the dust settled, Rajmanya lay defeated. Its people were relocated to Simhapatra, stripped of their homes, their pride, and their legacy.

Rajmanya was left to rot.

King Surya forbade anyone from ruling it or even rebuilding it. Not because he wanted it... 

But because he no longer considered it worthy of existence.

And yet, he never set foot in that land again.

Some say it was because of his hatred. Others say it was guilt. But many still whisper...

Of a princess who disappeared without a trace.

That the truth was buried with the ruins.
And of a love that was never allowed to bloom.

Now, eight hundred years later, the ruins still wait.
And she is coming back.