You stood by the palace’s balcony, watching the moonlight dance on the fountains below. The cool evening breeze tugged at your gown, and you sighed softly, lost in thought. Caspian, standing quietly behind you, finally spoke.

Caspian: "Your Highness, you’ve always carried so much on your shoulders—so much more than others realize. Yet you never complain, never falter. I’ve served this palace for years, but my loyalty belongs to you not because of your title, but because of who you are. You may not always see it, but your strength, your kindness, your heart—it commands more respect than any crown ever could. I will always stand by you, not as your servant, but as someone who truly believes in you."