Make it Up to Him

The grand palace loomed before them as they approached, its towering walls and ornate architecture standing as a symbol of authority and power.

Elian felt a wave of unease wash over him as Dillion helped him down from the horse. He avoided Izan's gaze, not wanting to acknowledge his presence. The touch of Dillion's hands, though gentle, felt foreign, and Elian resented how fragile he had become in the past days. As his feet hit the ground, his eyes swept over the palace grounds, taking in the imposing structure for the first time.

He knew this was his first time entering the palace, but it wasn't the awe-inspiring experience it might have been under different circumstances. Since transmigrating into this world, Elian had learned to numb himself to most of life's surprises.