Aman woke up with a strange feeling.
His entire body felt stiff and tired. His vision was foggy as he looked at the ceiling. He recognised it.
It was the beautifully crafted ceiling and chandelier of his chambers at the Vasuki Royal Palace.
His movements were stiff, and it was difficult for him to move.
His hand suddenly touched something soft. Picking it up, he found that it was a soft toy in the shape of a small white lion. The cute cub looked so innocent and pure that Aman felt a little envious of it.
Once, he was also pure like this cub.
The memories of that day were still fresh in his mind. They were engraved painfully into his mind and soul, and he knew he would remember this day till the end of his life.
A single tear escaped from the corner of his eyes.
