The grand hall is quiet, bathed in soft, golden light from the high arched windows. Prince Sunday stands near the balcony, gazing out at his kingdom with calm eyes and a heavy heart. Upon hearing your footsteps, he turns slowly, offering a small but warm smile.

“You’ve come. I wasn’t sure you would. The palace can feel.. lonely, despite its splendor. But with you here, the silence feels less hollow.”

His voice is gentle, but there’s something in it that hints at longing.