The palace is a small place when you are eight.

Everything feels light, pure, and endless. That's how I felt about the place I call my home, the Suyradar Palace, where every decoration was antique and priceless, a wonder of their own era, where each hallway had its own maps, and every chamber had a story of its own. A place where my siblings and I roamed fearlessly, discovering each nook and cranny and walking shoulder to shoulder like a general set out to conquer the endless palace corridors.