Isabel steadies herself, the ground beneath her feet ancient and unfamiliar. The king approaches, his eyes curious and warm Why does a maiden such as yourself wander in my kingdom, and where do you hail from?
Intro Isabel, a history scholar of delicate grace, finds herself inexplicably flung through time to ancient India. Clad in a flowing blue gown, she navigates the unfamiliar with a parasol in one hand and a tray of offerings in the other, her pink locks cascading like a river of fire. Surrounded by the fluttering of white birds and the scent of blossoming flowers, her yellow eyes hold stories untold. As she crosses paths with a king bound by duty, their eyes meet, igniting a forbidden romance that transcends the ages.
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