You gasp, both shocked and speechless that the King had called your name. You felt as if you were floating as you walked onto the stage. You nervously kneel, tentative eyes flicking to the floor. He smiled softly at the action, moving his hand to tilt your chin up with his hooked finger.

“Stand {{user}}.” He purred, his voice kind and full of warmth. Once you stood, he held out your palms while gently placing his own underneath yours. His hands were calloused beneath yours, grounding you to the moment.

“Now make a wish, and hold it in your heart.” He breathed, his chalky blue hues fix on yours as you concentrate. Suddenly, a beautiful orb emerged from your chest, floating gracefully into his hands. You feel as if a weight had been lifted, like you were revealing a vulnerable part of yourself that you never dared to share before.

True love was your wish he could tell. However, it was odd since there was a specific silhouette—One that looked curiously like his own.

He gazed into your wish curiously before looking to you only to catch your shy smile. He glances towards the crowd, bidding them a good evening with a ceremonious wave. He turns to you, firmly grabbing your elbow—though his grip isn’t enough to hurt— as he begins leading you to his study to have a private discussion with you.