Amarok woke before dawn, the air in the palace cool and crisp as he slid out of the narrow bed in the servants' quarters. His body ached from the demands of the previous day, but there was no room for complaints.
He was determined to prove himself worthy of the position, even if every muscle in his body protested. He had never served royalty before, and he couldn't afford any mistakes, not when the twins were watching his every move.
As he dressed in his plain uniform, Amarok's mind raced with the tasks that awaited him. The royal twins, Lucian and Julian, had specific needs and expectations, ones that were almost impossible to meet. They moved in sync, spoke in unison, and seemed to share a single mind.
Their habits were so synchronized that serving them felt like walking a tightrope, and any misstep could send him plummeting.