Two decades have passed since the throne of Vijaygarh was stolen from my father, Maharaja Bhairav Singh, by the hand of his own blood. Betrayal ran through the veins of those we once called family, leading to the murder of my father and the tragic death of my mother. As a young girl of just twelve, I witnessed the fall of our kingdom and was forced to flee with my little brother, our lives hanging by a thread.

In those dark and difficult times, we hid away as escapees, finding safety in the shadows. Hardship shaped me, and a burning need for revenge drove me forward. The skills that my father taught me—how to fight, plan, and deceive...who knew that it would became my survival tools. My childhood, once full of laughter and and joy of royalty, was replaced by a relentless quest for justice.