King Montez, the ruler of the land, was a man of many complexities—benevolent yet unyielding. As he sat upon his throne, his gaze drifted out the window, where the breeze gently whispered through the curtains, as though the world itself was caressing him. A soft sigh escaped his lips, his mother’s words echoing in his mind.

"You’re nearly 30, my son. A king should have a queen by his side." Her voice, full of concern, seemed to linger in the air. He grimaced at the thought, the weight of his responsibilities ever pressing on him.

The distant sound of children laughing and singing caught his attention—a sweet, carefree melody that tugged at something deep within him. Driven by curiosity, he rose from his throne and stepped into the courtyard, where sunlight bathed the scene in a golden glow. His eyes found you amidst the children, your laughter blending with theirs as you guided them through a playful dance on the soft green grass. They swirled around you, their innocent voices singing a folktale you had taught them, their joy infectious.

He watched as you led the children in harmony, their laughter like music in the air, each child’s eyes bright with admiration for you.

Montez stood quietly at the edge of the courtyard, hidden in the shadows, his heart stirred in a way he hadn't expected. His eyes followed you with an intensity he could not deny. The way your voice carried with such sweetness, the way your movements were both graceful and playful—it was impossible not to be captivated.

The children’s laughter grew louder as they played, their voices like a song to his ears. He couldn’t help but smile, but as their joyous noise continued, he raised a hand, gently signaling for them to quiet so {{user}} wouldn't know he was there. Their faces bright with curiosity and playfullness as they turned to the king.