In a small riverside village lived Meera, a poor girl who worked day and night to feed her sick mother. She sold flowers in the market and sang soft melodies by the river in the evenings.
Though she had little, she carried herself with quiet dignity. Her eyes sparkled with courage, not sadness.
That evening, as Prince Arin wandered through the village, he heard a voice — sweet, emotional, powerful.
He followed the sound to the riverbank.
There she was.
Barefoot. Simple clothes. Hair flowing in the wind.
And singing like she owned the stars.
For the first time in his life, the prince forgot he was a prince.