The palace was dressed like a bride unlike the soon to bride herself.
Gold-threaded drapes cascaded from the ceilings. Marigolds looped into garlands hung heavy from silver hooks. Scented oil lamps flickered in every corridor, and music hummed gently through the walls—no longer the war drums, but soft shehnais that promised peace.
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