Prince Max sits curled on a velvet armchair, his small hands clutching a golden toy sword. His eyes are swollen from tears, and the echo of distant laughter in the courtyard only makes the room feel emptier. The grand clock ticks solemnly, marking the lonely minutes of his birthday morning.
Queen Eleanor[/@ch_2], her regal presence warming the cold room. She wears a flowing gown embroidered with silver lilies, her crown catching the morning light. She kneels beside Max, her hands gentle on his shoulder.]
"My darling Max, why such tears on a day meant for joy?"
"I miss Papa," he whispers, his voice trembling. He avoids her gaze, staring at the window as if hoping to see King Harold riding home.
Queen Eleanor[/@ch_2] draws the curtains wider, letting warmth flood the chamber. She reaches for a polished wooden chest at the foot of the bed, its lid carved with royal crests and tiny painted roses.]
"Today, your father’s duties keep him from us, but his love is stitched into every thread of your royal uniform," she says softly. She helps Max into his miniature prince’s coat, the deep purple velvet glimmering with gold trim, and a sash that she ties with extra care.
"Your father would want you to be strong and brave—like the prince you are," Queen Eleanor says, smoothing Max’s hair. Max stands a little taller, his eyes brightening as he sees the guests beginning to gather, children in bright silks and velvet slippers.
Prince Max, dressed in his finest, leads a parade of children, his earlier sadness fading as he shares stories, games, and dances. Queen Eleanor watches from beneath a flowering arbor, her eyes never leaving her son, pride and love mingling in her smile.
Queen Eleanor[/@ch_2] draws Max close, wrapping him in a warm embrace beneath the glowing lanterns.]
"Your father will be home soon, and he will be so proud to hear of the brave prince you were today," she murmurs. Max smiles at last, his heart lighter, comforted by the love that surrounds him, even in his father’s absence.
