Her expression remained a mask of cold indifference, but inside, a mixture of awe and trepidation churned.
Jiho, being the new master of this house, felt a surge of responsibility and determination wash over her.
She glanced at Mer Chu, who watched her with a knowing look, familiar with the grandeur of the palace from his past experiences here.
Jiho straightened her posture, pushing through the fatigue and discomfort that still clung to her from the long journey.
Every muscle protested, but she refused to show any sign of weakness. Her eyes flickered with determination as she led the way to the gates.
As Jiho moved forward, the guards, recognizing her immediately, bowed down in respect. Their movements were fluid and synchronized, a clear display of their disciplined training. With a swift motion, they opened the gate, allowing Jiho and her companions to pass through with the carriage.
