Amarok's was overwhelmed by the grandeur of the Valeidio palace, its marble pillars stretched high into the sky, its walls gleamed with a pristine whiteness that spoke of power and wealth. He had never seen anything so magnificent in his life.
The world of royalty was a far cry from the humble cottage he had left behind, and now, he was about to enter it, not as a guest but as a servant.
The head eunuch, his uncle, stood beside him, his posture as straight as a rod, his expression calm and composed. Amarok admired his uncle's steady demeanor, wishing he could summon even a fraction of that calm for himself. But instead, his palms were damp with sweat, his throat dry with nerves. This was his chance, his new beginning, and he was determined not to fail.
