The air in the room was heavy with the weight of destiny. As Aryavardhana finished speaking, Rajavardhana bowed his head, his voice barely a whisper. "O firstborn, tell me—what is it you ask of me?" Aryavardhana leaned back into the plush silk of his seat, closing his eyes. A single, resonant chant of "Om Namo Bhagavate Vasudevaya" escaped his lips, settling the restless energy in the room. Only then did he gesture for his brother to sit finally. "Anuj," Aryavardhana began, his voice calm yet commanding. "Gurudev Vidyadhar and Rajpurohit Suyodhan believe the time for my coronation has come. When