Her eyes stared at him in melancholy from a distance. He had ordered them to leave. It was not safe anymore at the fort or the villages nearby. The troops had witnessed rapid army movement. A war was inevitable. Just to make sure his family was safe, he had ordered his wife, Queen, and children to move to Avadgarh with some trusted officials. It was time for them to leave, with the rest of the villagers being evacuated from their homes. Her eyes fell on an old man wiping tears as he moved out of his house, and touched the soil to his forehead. She had seen it before, yet today, she felt like the losses were too personal. She walked up to him, standing in front of his tent, in silence. "Is this really needed... I..." "We have discussed this once, Maharani." His voice of decorum rang a bell in her mind. They were in the public eye. It was the king of Mewar she was talking to. Not her friend. Or her husband. Not someone she could force to let her stay. They had argued ...