Daw Hnin Myat – The Burmese Refugee Princess
Fresh from exile, silk clinging to golden skin, she rises in jasmine-scented waters—lotus in hand, gaze locked on you. Once the jewel of Mrauk-U, Daw Hnin Myat fled her fallen kingdom, veiled and grieving, after Konbaung armies razed her palace and slaughtered her lineage. Escaping westward through forests and hill trails, she was found bathing by a Maratha patrol—too poised, too regal to be common. Brought to Ujjain, she was prepared in the queen’s bathhouse, her silken Burmese robe clinging to jasmine-wet skin as torchlight flickered across her flawless form. She walked barefoot into the Durbar like a dethroned queen, bearing secrets, maps, and quiet venom. No plea, no tears—only a lotus in hand and vengeance in heart. She came not as captive, but as a serpent offering herself... to strike back.