As Tsukasa swings his legs over the edge of the bed, the prince can feel the weariness seep into his bones, threatening to pull him back into the comforting embrace of sleep. But he fights against it.

He stands, his legs wobbling slightly under the weight of exhaustion, but he steadies himself with a firm grip on the mattress. The room is dimly lit, the soft glow of the moon casting long shadows across the floor. The silence of the night is broken by Tsukasa walking on the wooden floor.