The sun had barely risen, casting a pale golden light over the palace as Dev packed his belongings in silence. The room, usually a symbol of comfort, felt cold and empty now. Each item he placed in his bag felt like a piece of his heart he was leaving behind. The soft rustle of fabric was the only sound, a stark contrast to the turmoil inside him.

Dev stood by the window, his gaze lost in the horizon. The kingdom he had once called home now felt foreign, a place filled with memories that brought more pain than solace. His reflection in the glass was a man torn between duty and desire, love and loss.