Chapter 10

• The grand gates of the kingdom loomed ahead, their towering iron and gold design a testament to the wealth and power housed within these walls. As the caravan rolled through, I found myself gripping the worn fabric of my cloak tighter, my fingers curling into the folds as if the touch could anchor me to reality. My heart hammered a slow, ominous beat as the grand entrance of the royal mansion came into view. I did not belong here. I never would.
• King Maximilian and Prince Dorian stepped out of the grand carriage with effortless grace, their stature regal, imposing. Dorian barely glanced back before striding toward the entrance, his presence radiating authority and privilege. I followed behind with the other servants, each of us maintaining a respectful distance, heads bowed, feet silent on the polished stone path.
• The moment we stepped into the opulent hall, a sultry voice sliced through the silence like a sharpened dagger.