A young girl stood at the edge of a quiet cliff, her body stained with blood and her eyes filled with tears. She looked no older than twenty.
With a trembling voice, she asked:
"Why… Mother? Why did you do this? I'm your daughter… your own daughter. Then why did you try to end everything?"
She was Princess Yukti — the only heir of the Loman Empire.
But in that moment, she didn't feel like a princess.
She didn't feel powerful.
She only felt broken.
The pain in her heart was far greater than the wounds on her body. The woman she loved more than anyone — the one she trusted — had betrayed her.
Princess Yukti was skilled in every royal art, known for her strength and brilliance. She had never lost to anyone before. But today, she wasn't defeated by strength… she was defeated by love.
Standing in front of her was a woman in her forties — Queen Geeta. With a cold and distant smile, she said:
"I was never your mother. I never gave birth to you. I never wanted you. And today, everything ends."
Each word felt like a quiet knife, cutting deeper than any wound.
Even if Geeta never saw her as a daughter — Yukti had seen her as a mother.
Geeta stepped forward with a dagger in her hand, but before she could reach her, Yukti stepped backward — and disappeared into the darkness behind the cliff.
Her final words floated through the silence like a soft but powerful whisper:
"Even if this is not the end… remember my promise, Queen Geeta. If I survive, no corner of this universe will be far enough to hide from the truth. This is my promise — as Princess Yukti."
Was this truly the end of her journey?
Or was destiny quietly writing a new beginning?