The hall grew quieter as Prince Khan stood, his imposing presence drawing every eye in the room.
The golden threads on his tunic caught the flickering light, adding to the weight of his every move.
“General,” Khan said, his voice calm but firm as he looked directly at Asher. “It’s been a long time sir.”
The crowd froze, stunned. Asher, standing steady as ever, gave a small nod, his expression unreadable.
“Khan,” he replied evenly, his voice carrying across the hall. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”
The prince’s lips curved into a small smile. “Fate has a way of bringing old allies together.”
Gasps rippled through the room. Ambrose and Harry exchanged panicked looks.
The prince, Prince Khan of the Mughal Empire had just called Asher an ally. And when Asher addressed him so casuall
