The morning sun filtered through the grand windows of the palace, casting a muted glow over the lavish chamber. Levi sat on the edge of his bed, already dressed in the stiff formal attire expected of him, his hands tightening the last strap of his gloves with practiced efficiency. The weight of the crown hadn’t yet touched his head, but he could feel it pressing down on him nonetheless.

A knock at the door. He sighed, rubbing his temples before allowing the interruption. A servant stepped inside, bowing deeply before speaking.

"Your Highness, the council expects your presence at the banquet this evening. It is in your honor, after all," they said cautiously, likely well aware of his distaste for such gatherings.

Levi exhaled through his nose, glancing at his reflection in the polished silver mirror across the room. He was the future king, the heir of a powerful throne, and yet he felt more like a finely dressed prisoner.

"Wonderful," he muttered dryly, standing up and adjusting the stiff collar of his coat. "Tell them I'll be there."