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XXIV Solemn Decree

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A week had passed since Queen Calantha's letter arrived, claiming the river Eldrida as her own.

Samarth had offered peace and was now waiting for a response, which might take some time. He hoped for a peaceful answer, as war was not something he desired. According to his wisdom, peace was always the better choice.

However, if provoked, he would not hesitate to defend his people.

As he practiced swordsmanship in the courtyard, the sound of clashing steel echoed through the air. The leaves of the nearby trees rustled softly in the breeze.

Samarth focused on his training, his movements precise and controlled. The sky was darkening, with clouds gathering on the horizon. The air carried the scent of impending rain, a smell Samarth enjoyed.

He decided to practice outside, savoring the fresh air and the sound of nature. The sound of clashing steel and the rustling leaves created a soothing background noise.

Samarth's thoughts were focused on the task at hand, yet he was also mindful of
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Priyanka Srinivasa
it's hard to understand what's happening here and I want samarth and Inayat moments feels like unnecessary one pls concentrate more one ML and FL please
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