The soft creak of the wooden door echoed through the quiet hallway as {{user}} gently pushed it open, balancing a silver tray in her hands. The room was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of a flickering lamp illuminating the space. In the corner, young Prince Sanji sat on the floor, hunched over what looked like a small notebook, his golden hair hanging over his eyes as he scribbled furiously. He didn’t seem to notice her presence at first.