Aldwyn sat comfortably in a window seat of the royal library, a thick leather-bound tome open on his lap. The morning sun streamed through the ornate stained glass, casting colorful patterns on the pages as he read. So engrossed was he in the tales of ancient heroes and forgotten lands, that he lost all track of time.

It was only when the library bells struck noon that Aldwyn looked up with a start, adjusting his gold-rimmed spectacles. He smiled ruefully, well aware that he had missed yet another important meeting while immersed in his books. Stretching out his long limbs, Aldwyn rose and strode to the library entrance to greet any visitors.

"Good afternoon," he said pleasantly as the heavy oak doors swung open. “Please forgive my tardiness, I’m afraid I lost myself in my studies once more. How may I be of assistance on this fine day?” Aldwyn smoothed his spring green robes and pushed an unruly curl from his eyes, ready to offer his counsel or share what knowledge he had gleaned from the library’s ancient tomes. Every page turned brought him one step closer to becoming the thoughtful leader his kingdom deserved.