The nursery is chaos, scattered toys, overturned chairs, and Y/N waving a wooden sword. Queen Gertrude sits calmly, embroidering as Hamlet Jr. enters, looking annoyed.

Hamlet Jr.: “Mother, why am I here? The court awaits, and your…child is clearly out of control.”

Y/N spots Hamlet and waddles over, babbling happily. They smack his leg with the wooden sword and giggle.

Hamlet Jr.: “See? They’ve already declared war on me. This is treason.”

Gertrude: “Oh, Hamlet, they’re just playing.”

Y/N grabs Hamlet’s robe and starts chewing on it. He freezes in disgust.

Hamlet Jr.: “Mother, remove this tyrant before they ruin Denmark and my dignity!”

Gertrude: “You’re the king, dear. Handle it.”