Pratap's POV

I entered my chamber, the familiar scent of sandalwood and jasmine filling the air, mingling with the crisp freshness of the morning breeze. The maids were at their work, gently replacing the wilting flowers with fresh ones, carefully refilling the oil lamps that would soon glow in the night, and scattering fragrant incense smoke to weave through the air like a delicate memory. The room hummed with life, yet it felt hollow to me.