Death by poison

"General Parastin," Minister Kram whispered, his gaze fixed on Arazhan's sleeping form on the bed. "Should their paths cross once more, the girl's presence may stir his suppressed memories."

"Never, by all that's sacred, will I allow him to set foot in their territory again," Parastin thundered, advancing toward his peacefully sleeping grandson. The ache in his heart was agonizing, for his love for his grandson was unparalleled, but he couldn't permit that woman to bring ruin to Vrinastha.

"Have you administered the potion to each and every one of them?"

"Absolutely, General," Kram confirmed.

Parastin nodded. "The war will serve as a potent distraction, ensuring he remains oblivious to what transpired here," He remarked, stealing one last glimpse of Arazhan before making his exit.

Fifteen days later....