Strong

After the king disappears from sight, I rush into the opulent building they call the Daisy Palace. The name itself feels like a mockery, as if the beauty of daisies could ever mask the truth of what this place really is. It was once gifted to the previous king's favorite concubine, my mother's mother, as a gesture of love—or so they say. After she passed, it was given to my mother and now to me, whether I wanted it or not. This grand structure is nothing more than a gilded prison, luxurious and suffocating all at once, adorned with silks and gold but brimming with sorrow. I am surrounded by guards at every turn, their eyes cold and unyielding, ensuring I never forget that this place is as much a cage as any with iron bars.