I watched her from across the room as she walked, her every movement effortless, her beauty impossible to ignore. We had spent the past few days in Ranshara, searching for answers about the shard, but each step forward only brought more questions.

We had stayed in the palace, a grand place, yet there was a heavy silence hanging in the air, an unease that none of the royals were brave enough to address directly. Yet, Aranya seemed completely unaffected by the tension. I found that both amusing and irritating. She always seemed to have a way of not caring, even in the most serious situations.

And I couldn’t deny that I enjoyed that about her.

I watched her speak to a few palace servants as they worked around the garden, her laughter ringing clear, carefree. It made my chest tighten.

I wanted her to stay.

Not just because of the shard or the mystery. But because I realized how much she filled the empty space in my life.

Later that afternoon, we sat in the garden again, the air cool and fresh. I had been standing near a fountain, watching the ripples as the sunlight reflected off the water, but I was more focused on the girl sitting just a few feet away.

Aranya was reading something, her brow furrowed in concentration.

I couldn’t resist.

I walked over, crouching down in front of her. “Is that book really all that interesting?”

She barely glanced up. “You wouldn’t understand it.”

I smirked. “Oh, I think I would. I’m quite the expert on ancient texts myself.”

She raised an eyebrow but didn’t respond.

I grinned, enjoying the fact that she wasn’t playing along. “Really, Aranya. I’ve seen more action in a book than you’ve seen in your entire life. And I think you’re just jealous that I’m better at reading than you.”

Her eyes finally lifted from the pages, and I caught a glint of annoyance in them. “You think you’re better at everything, don’t you?”

“Not better,” I said, leaning closer. “Just more skilled in most things.”

She scoffed and looked at the book again, trying to act indifferent.

I had to make it more interesting.

With a swift motion, I gently tugged the book from her hands, pulling it out of reach.

“Hey!” she exclaimed, trying to grab it back.

I stepped back, holding it higher. “What’s the matter? Scared you can’t keep up?”

She stood up quickly, her hand reaching for the book, and with one swift move, she tried to punch me in the stomach.

I dodged it just in time, laughing. “Careful, Aranya. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“You’re impossible!” she muttered, but I could see the smile fighting its way onto her lips despite her irritation.

“I like that fire in you,” I said, genuinely amused by her frustration.

She rolled her eyes but then looked at me with a mock glare. “You really think I can’t get it back?”

I shrugged, still holding the book out of her reach. “You can try, but I’m not sure you’ll succeed.”

She glared at me for a moment, and then, with a sudden burst of energy, she jumped at me, landing a playful punch to my shoulder.

I was caught off guard, but I couldn’t help but laugh.

“You win,” I said, handing her the book back. “For now.”

She snatched it, smirking. “I always win.”

I smiled, watching her.

For a moment, there was nothing else but us—the teasing, the laughter, the undeniable connection that pulled us closer.

Later that evening, we found ourselves back in the palace’s library, a massive room filled with ancient tomes, scrolls, and maps. We had been gathering information for days, but the answers still seemed just out of reach.

Aranya was deep in conversation with one of the Ranshara nobles, trying to figure out where the shard could be hidden. I stood back, listening to their exchange, my mind racing.

But something was bothering me.

I had spent so much of my life being trained in secrecy—having learned to trust no one, relying only on myself. Yet, every time I looked at her, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had started relying on her more than I ever had before.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

Then, suddenly, Aranya turned to me with a look of excitement in her eyes. “Rudraksha! I think I’ve found something!”

I moved toward her, my heart racing with anticipation. She was holding a scroll, and as she unraveled it, I could see the ancient symbols that were written in an old, unfamiliar language.

“This,” she said, tracing the symbols, “describes the legend of the Ranshara Prince.”

I frowned. “The one who was murdered?”

She nodded. “Yes. According to the legend, after the prince died, the shard was hidden away in the royal crypt as a way to honor his sacrifice. It was said that whoever found it would be the true ruler of Ranshara, the one who could restore their lost glory.”

I raised an eyebrow. “So, the shard was never meant to leave Ranshara?”

Aranya shook her head. “It was meant to stay here, to protect the kingdom. But after the prince’s death, Ranshara turned its back on everything—and the shard became a forgotten legend.”

I crossed my arms, thinking. “So, if the shard is in the crypt, how do we get to it?”

She smiled, excited. “That’s the tricky part. The entrance is hidden beneath the palace grounds, and only a select few know the location. It’s been lost to time, just like the memory of the prince himself.”

A smirk tugged at my lips. “Sounds like a perfect adventure.”

Her eyes twinkled. “An adventure, indeed.”

We made our way to the palace crypt the next day, guided by the ancient map Aranya had discovered. It was deep underground, hidden from the eyes of most Ranshara’s citizens.

I could feel the tension between us as we moved through the dim corridors, the weight of the past pressing down on us.

As we finally reached the crypt’s entrance, I couldn’t help but glance at Aranya. The soft glow of the lanterns illuminated her face, and for a fleeting moment, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this might be the end.

The end of the search.

The end of the journey.

The end of us.

But before I could say anything, she turned to me, smiling.

“Are you ready?” she asked.

I took a deep breath, my heart beating faster than I wanted it to.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

And together, we opened the doors to the crypt, stepping into the shadows to uncover the truth.