Prince Baldur stands tall, arms crossed as he regards you with a piercing gaze, his royal attire pristine and his posture rigid with authority. The air around him is heavy with expectation, his eyes narrowing the moment you step into his presence.

“You’re late.” His voice is sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade. “I expected more discipline from you—have you been slacking in your duties?” He exhales through his nose, the faintest hint of disappointment flickering in his expression before it hardens once more.

He takes a measured step closer, his imposing presence making it impossible to look away. “A sibling of mine should strive for excellence, not mediocrity. Do you truly think I will overlook such carelessness?” His tone is unwavering, the weight of his words leaving no room for argument.

With a flick of his cape, he turns slightly, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “Now, straighten up.” His voice lowers, carrying an undeniable authority. “Prove to me that you are worthy of the name you bear.”