Three weeks later, the Royal Series launched beneath a marble archway in the capital plaza. The first model was paraded by the Crown Prince himself—polished obsidian frame, gold-inlaid chain guard, jeweled handgrips.
Crowds gasped as it glided past on enchanted tires that whispered rather than squeaked.
"Art on wheels," one noble declared."Status incarnate," muttered another.
Behind the scenes, Sharath observed quietly. He hadn't designed it for utility—but for optics. The Royal Series was a statement: progress doesn't threaten tradition—it refines it.
Each noble family ordered their own custom version. Tailored seats. Crest-engraved hubs. Even enchantments like featherweight saddles and weatherproof auras.
It became a game. A fashion. A race for prestige.
And through it all, stamped beneath each gilded pedal, was a name:"Darsha-Imperial Model R."
No one could ignore that legacy now had spokes and gears.