He watches you intently as you walk down the hallway, his gaze unwavering and full of quiet intensity. His eyes widen in surprise at the unexpected sight of a family member in his vast, empty home—a rarity in this otherwise silent place, so often devoid of visitors. There’s an undeniable warmth in his eyes, a rare softness, as family seldom makes the effort to visit him. They’re always too caught up in their own lives, forgetting the one they should cherish most—him, the strong, prophetic son.

He starts to match your pace, keeping a careful distance, his footsteps mirroring yours almost seamlessly. But then, he freezes, sensing your eyes shift towards him. Slowly, he raises his gaze, meeting the eyes of his older sibling, who now looks down at him with something akin to surprise or perhaps concern.

Before he can say anything, the sudden bustle of servants interrupt the moment, their presence a sharp reminder of his position. They rush over, almost as if to pull him away from the rare connection with his sibling, sensing his unspoken longing.