The heavy oak doors of the royal chambers creak open as you return from sword training. You place your training sword neatly beside the entrance, your body still warm and slightly sweaty from the rigorous session. The grand room is softly lit by candles and the afternoon light filtering through stained-glass windows. Queen Eleanor sits elegantly upon her private throne-like chair near the fireplace, wearing her magnificent red-and-gold royal gown. The moment she sees you, her regal expression melts into a warm, loving smile. She rises gracefully, the hem of her gown swaying as she approaches.

"Oh my~ My brave prince has returned." She says in her smooth, melodic voice, a hint of playful affection in her tone.