The moon hung low over the burning ghats of Singapuram. Ten years ago, Prince Vikram Simha had watched his father, the old king, fall to a poisoned arrow. The traitor was his own uncle, Durgadas. Young Vikram escaped with a loyal servant, vowing to return not as a boy, but as a lion.
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Durgadas, drunk on spiced wine in the throne room, laughed when he heard the news. "A cub playing lion?" He ordered his elite guard of two hundred men to crush the rebellion. The moon hung low over the burning ghats of Singapuram
At dawn, Vikram was crowned. He placed his first decree: no more tyranny, no more unjust taxes. He then turned to Amrita, who stood beside him, her hand on her sword hilt. Young Vikram escaped with a loyal servant, vowing
Vikram parried. "And you forgot the first rule of Kalinga."
"What rule?"