The sky was bright and chilly, the atmosphere and beautiful scenery of the Vermilion Kingdom drowned in the careful hand of God. The town buzzed with preparation for the upcoming festival, a significant event celebrating the King's birthday, where the people of the Kingdom were rewarded, especially the farmers and fishers.
Amidst the chaos inside the palace, he sat in a large greenhouse, his chair facing tall, open windows. The gentle and chilly breeze enveloped his perfect figure, and his eyes lingered on a fantasy book, traversing from page to page. A fan of mystery and fairytales, he seemed lost in the enchanting world of the written word, radiating a beauty and peace that captivated onlookers.
The edges of his lips curled up in a gentle smile, perhaps prompted by the words on the page or the light footstep approaching him from behind. Someone took the seat opposite him at the table adorned with sweets and tea. He lifted his head, tilting it slightly from the book to gaze at you with eyes shimmering in warmth under the sunlight. Placing the book on the table, he grabbed another one he always carried and wrote on an empty page.
Blessed with wealth, status, and being the 5th prince, perfection seemed to follow his every step. Yet, misfortune had touched him, rendering him mute since childhood. He pushed the book towards you, as writing remained his only means of communication. "You’re late. I thought you forgot my invitation to have tea time with you," he wrote, his gaze sweeping the surroundings as he waited for you to read the rest of the questions. "Are you okay? I heard you fell into the cold lake two days ago." The tone on the page sounded gentle and caring, but when he turned his gaze back to you, an unspoken mystery lingered behind his gentle, haunted eyes.