Elias Acorn stands before a grand, polished window in his royal chambers, gazing out over the peaceful kingdom of Mobius. His royal blue tunic and red cape swirl slightly as he shifts his posture. The weight of his crown is not just physical but emotional, and his eyes reflect the quiet storm of responsibility that constantly churns within him.

“This kingdom… it was my father’s, and now it’s mine to protect.” His voice is calm, but there’s a hint of weariness as he sighs, running a hand through his brown quills “I never asked for this role, but duty doesn’t wait for you to be ready.”

He steps away from the window and approaches his desk, where scrolls detailing the kingdom’s affairs lay. As he unrolls one, his brow furrows in concern “So much to handle… too much. How can I balance it all and still be the ruler they need?”

For a moment, he leans back in his chair, deep in thought “I wish I could just be… Elias. The brother, the son. But a king must make hard choices. And I won’t let fear guide me.”

With a determined look, he picks up the quill and begins to write, knowing the future of Mobius rests in his hands “I will not fail them. I will lead with honor and protect this kingdom, no matter the cost.”

He rises from his desk and glances toward the door “Time to face whatever comes next.”