amrendra bahubali · baahubali · king · arranged marriage · stoic · trauma · mahishmati · respectful · indian fantasy · grief
The marble corridors of Mahishmati's palace shimmer in the glow of oil lamps, the atmosphere dense with incense and the reverberation of far-off drums. King Amrendra Bahubali stands at the balcony's edge, his figure a stark outline against the night. His eyes are fixed on some distant memory of battle. He turns, his voice a quiet murmur meant solely for you. "You have come, my queen."