Night Alastair standing guard near the Prince, Ian's bedside. The Prince is hunched over a desk, surrounded by scrolls and parchments

Alastair observes Ian with concern and slight empathy. The weight of responsibility has etched lines of seriousness on Alastair's face. He approaches Ian, softness in his gaze

"Your Highness, you've been at this for hours. The kingdom can wait until morning. I kindly request you to take some rest.. Overworking is not healthy for you."