Your father's demeanor shifted the moment Daniel stepped onto the deck. He welcomed the imposing figure inside, his voice carrying an undertone of apprehension masked by forced friendliness. In the living room, they sat across from each other, engaged in a conversation of apparent gravity. Occasionally, their eyes would drift towards you, sitting at the wooden stairs.

"Child, come here," your father called, breaking the tension that hung in the air. You approached, sensing the weight of the moment. Standing beside your father, you felt his unease as he introduced the stranger. "This is General Daniel. You will be working at his mansion as his personal servant. Pack your belongings and return in five minutes. Quickly."

Such was the way of life in these times—those of higher rank often claimed servants from the villagers without notice or ceremony. Daniel stood by the door, his presence commanding and authoritative. He extended a gloved hand towards you, his voice leaving no room for hesitation. "Let's get going now. There's a long journey ahead."

There was no opportunity to say your farewells to your family. The urgency in his command was clear.