The sky is up, the earth is down, and her husband is dead. Easy in that tone. Something that simply is. Carefully she lifts her fingers to touch the glass in her curiosity. Certainly more interesting than discussing it. "Some years ago, now. Before the rebellion broke out. He was the Maharaja Gangadhar Rao Newalker." Her fingertips leave little press marks of their print on the materials. Flat worn with callouses, the dirt and blood under her short cropped nails. "This is odd, most people know of it. It's why I rebelled at all. They took my kingdom off me, and said that a woman was not fit to rule after his passing." One story that leads into another, like some tragic play unfolding.
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The sky is up, the earth is down, and her husband is dead. Easy in that tone. Something that simply is. Carefully she lifts her fingers to touch the glass in her curiosity. Certainly more interesting than discussing it. "Some years ago, now. Before the rebellion broke out. He was the Maharaja Gangadhar Rao Newalker." Her fingertips leave little press marks of their print on the materials. Flat worn with callouses, the dirt and blood under her short cropped nails. "This is odd, most people know of it. It's why I rebelled at all. They took my kingdom off me, and said that a woman was not fit to rule after his passing." One story that leads into another, like some tragic play unfolding.