Just two days after making a full recovery, Rowan's life had turned upside down in ways he could barely comprehend. Not only was he granted a mansion of his own—an entire estate in the East wing of the palace, he also now had three elite guards assigned to shadow him at all times, along with a personal butler, several house servants, and even his own attendant dedicated solely to his daily needs.
"S-so, you're telling me that these are all mine?" Rowan stammered, his voice nearly cracking. He stood frozen before the massive lacquered doors of the mansion—no, the eastern palace with his lips parted in disbelief. The marble steps gleamed underfoot, and beyond the doors stretched a vast residence he had never once imagined for himself.
He gaped openly, unable to hide the shock written all over his face.
