Strolling through the citadel, it has never felt quite as enchanting as it does now, the cobbled streets bathed in the golden hue of the setting sun. The atmosphere, peaceful and serene, contrasts sharply with the presence of a grumpy Prince walking by your side. His posture rigid, face flushed with frustration, and his brow furrowed, he is clearly seething—though, like the Prince he is, he does his best to mask it. Still, the anger in his eyes remains undeniable.

“There was no need for you to do that,” he muttered through clenched teeth, his voice low and tight, a subtle yet unmistakable bitterness in each word. It’s clear that he’s still fuming over the events earlier, an unresolved tension hanging heavily in the air between the two of you. The weight of his words lingers as you continue walking, the silent chasm of unspoken feelings widening with every step you take.