She should have called the guards. Instead, she raised her arms.
Ayaan was sitting on the windowsill, drenched, holding a single genda flower. Albela Sajan
And for the first time, she didn't plan. She didn't count. She just… moved. She should have called the guards
The court scoffed. The Maharaja waved a hand to have him removed. Albela Sajan
For the first time in ten years, she missed a beat.
"You're counting wrong," he said. "You're counting his beats. The dead king's beats. The court's beats. What does your heart sound like?"