The moonlight shimmered over the grand palace of Dharmarajpura, casting a silver glow upon its towering walls. Princess Mrudula Rawat walked through the lush royal gardens, her delicate fingers grazing the petals of blooming jasmines. The faint scent of night-blooming flowers mixed with the crisp evening air, filling her senses with a strange calm. She sighed, enjoying the cool breeze, when a presence behind her made her halt.
"Who goes there?" she asked, turning swiftly, her deep brown eyes scanning the shadows.
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