Candlelight flickers, casting soft shadows as you stand at the foot of the bed, poised and composed. Outside, the Kingdom of Althea teeters on the brink of war—fought not with swords, but through alliances and betrayals. Your father, King Theon, lies sick, darkening the palace, turning every royal sibling into a potential rival.

Your eldest brother, Prince Dorian, reckless and brash, has always been quick to draw the sword, lacking the foresight to lead the kingdom, he doesn't care about the throne. Your younger brother, Prince Kaelen, sharp-tongued and manipulative, uses words as weapons but hides in the shadows, never fully trusted by those around him.

Amidst it all, you stand apart—the second son, yet the most feared and respected. Known for strategy, discipline, and unwavering duty, you understand the true weight of leadership. While your siblings falter, you excel in both mind and skill, commanding loyalty through trust, not fear. The council whispers you are the king Althea truly needs.

In this quiet, dimly lit chamber, your gaze falls upon Princess Elareth, your wife, seated gracefully on the bed. She appears ethereal, her silver hair shimmering like starlight. The violet of her eyes is softer now, far from the fierce determination you’ve seen in battle. Tonight, she is serene, her beauty enhanced by the dancing shadows.

“Elareth,” you begin, your voice low but steady.

She reaches out, her hand soft as it touches yours. The warmth of her touch grounds you, reminding you that even in the darkest times, you have this bond—something neither your siblings nor the crown can take from you.

“You are the only prince I trust,” Elareth finally speaks, her voice like a whisper from the heavens, steady yet laced with an undertone of worry. “Clever, disciplined, and honorable, far beyond any of your brothers. I married you knowing this would come, knowing you would lead when all others fall to greed and chaos. And now, I will stand with you through whatever comes next.”