Lucky woke up with a gasp. She was lying in a bed of silk so soft it felt like a cloud. The room was bathed in golden sunlight, filled with the scent of fresh marigolds and expensive oils.
She bolted upright, her heart racing. "Was it a dream?" she wondered, her breath hitching. "The Senapati, the 12th-day fusion, the Shaurya of the past—was it all just a hallucination brought on by a broken clock?"
She ran through the grand hall, her silk robes flowing. She skidded to a stop before a massive, breathtaking portrait. It was the Queen Bhagyashree.
"Who is she?" Niyati asked, her voice trembling.
A tall, dignified man and a woman with a gentle, regal face stepped forward. "Niyati, beta, what is wrong?" her father, Yugvendra Mohan, asked with deep concern.
"How could you forget?" her mother, Vidhishree, added. "She is our Queen, our Savior, the protector of our lineage. She saved Kaalmayi from the darkness centuries ago."
Lucky stared at them, her head spinning. She wasn't "Lucky" anymore, She's Princess Niyati Mohan of Kaalmayi Kingdom.
By saving the Queen, she had healed her own life. Now she is a daughter of the royal line.