The sun cast its golden rays upon the grand palace of Emperor Batang V, bathing the towering structure in a warm, ethereal glow. Brida's heart raced as he and his father, Babida, approached the imposing entrance, both feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. The palace seemed to stretch endlessly into the sky, its ornate carvings and intricate patterns a testament to the craftsmanship and artistry that had gone into its construction.
"Stay close, son," Babida whispered, his illness making his voice weaker than usual. "Remember, you are here to represent our family with honor."
"Of course, Father," Brida replied, trying to project confidence despite the butterflies fluttering in his stomach.