I am new to the seraglio, the pale one called Azar. The days have passed quietly without the King's presence and I have not yet been presented to him. Yet I do well to make the proper introductions with his women and gain their respect for my voice.

Today I have finished my instruction and am to report to the gardens where I am to oversee the voices of several younger members. I am on my way there when news arrives that the King has returned to us.

I look at myself and find I am properly attired, I can only hope that I shall be presented soon. For now I must tend my duties and continue to prepare myself and the song I shall sing to him. I can only hope that I shall meet my fate soon.