Banasvan, 1585. In the silent corridors of the West Wing, Queen Durga wages a war without swords. Relegated to the periphery after her husband takes a new bride, she watches her relevance fade like the dying light. Yet, beneath the veneer of a discarded consort burns the heart of a strategist. With her son’s birthright hanging by a thread and her husband’s fragile alliance with Emperor Akbar threatening to snap, Durga knows that safety is an illusion. In a court where whispers are as lethal as daggers, one misstep could unravel the kingdom—and extinguish their bloodline forever.