The Rule
The words poured from his heart, a heartfelt plea for wisdom and protection in the face of uncertainty.
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The next day dawned, and Inayat navigated the palace corridors, where an air of anticipation hung palpably.
Servants scurried about, their movements swift and purposeful.
As she walked, an attendant, Ridhima, fell into step beside her.
"Ridhima," Inayat called out, her voice calm and gentle. The attendant halted, her eyes cast downward in a gesture of deference, a hint of fear trembling in her demeanor.
Inayat seemed oblivious to Ridhima's unease, her focus on the attendant's words rather than her mannerisms.