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The soft glow of lanterns bathed the grand bath chamber in a warm light, reflecting off the surface of the water that was scattered with rose petals and marigolds. Nitya sat in the expansive marble tub, her fingers idly played with the water, and a soft sigh escaped her lips. She had spent so much time battling her emotions, trying to keep up with the weight of the situation she found herself in, thinking about this royal family and what happened in the temple today. But tonight, it felt different. There was something magical about the way the water embraced her, the flowers surrounding her, the silence that was just hers.