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The walls of the palace amazed him. The artwork which his father did were still there. His aunt told him many things about this building. She was right. The palace was gold. It was the most beautiful palace he had ever seen.
A few guards led them to the party venue. Soft music filled the air as they walked into the hall. All eyes were on them. The chattering stopped at once.
Azriel avoided their gaze. He wished he could hide his face for now. The eyes on him scared his existence.
"Why are they looking at us?" Kielee asked as they moved to the corner. A servant came and offered them drinks.
"Thank you," Stryga said as he sipped from his cup. Even the wine from the palace tasted different.
"We drew more attention than ever," Azriel told them. They needed to act like the rest. Maybe that way, the guests will focus elsewhere.