370 BC
The golden sunlight streamed through the ornately carved wooden windows of the royal chamber, painting the silk-draped bed in hues of warmth. Samyukta stirred as the soft rays kissed her face, the delicate glow enhancing her already radiant skin. Her eyelids fluttered open, momentarily disoriented as she found herself in an unfamiliar surrounding. The high ceiling above her bore intricate murals of celestial beings and lotus motifs, the kind she had only read about in historical texts. Each brushstroke of the paintings told a story—tales of great queens and warriors, deities descending from the heavens, and battles that had shaped the land she now stood upon. The wooden pillars of the chamber were encrusted with lapis lazuli and inlaid with gold, reflecting the morning light in delicate patterns upon the floor. The fragrance of fresh jasmine and sandalwood hung in the air, seeping from the burning incense sticks placed in ornate brass holders near her bedside.
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