Elena

The corridors of Mallory Palace stretched before me like a gilded labyrinth, bathed in sunlight streaming through high windows.

Intricate tapestries adorned the walls, each one telling stories of the kingdom’s history, its triumphs and tragedies. Ornate chandeliers hung overhead, their crystals catching the light and scattering rainbows across the polished marble floors.

It was a palace that spoke of power, history, and wealth... it was a far cry from the modest life I grew up ...