Aron, Mark, and Darcia was speechless as they experienced such grandeur for the first time.
"This is our home, Aron," Aria said with a smile. "Do you like it?"
Aron was in her arms, his gaze fixed on the massive golden palace as he mumbled naively, "I don't know, Mother. But it's a little too big for me."
Aengus said,
"You will get used to it, my son. You're the prince of this empire, so hold your head high. Don't feel inferior because you don't have Laws yet—once we remove the seal, you will become stronger than any ordinary person. But you must never be arrogant or disrespect your elders. A true prince always presents himself with honor and valor."
"A prince?"
His father's words echoed in Aron's mind.
"That's right, I am a prince. I can't cower away. I have to make everyone proud."
"You're right, Father. I will be an honorable prince," Aron said, clenching his little fists, his round eyes burning fiercely like his father's.
