Prince Max, dressed in soft linen pajamas, sits on his bed hugging a stuffed lion. Tears roll down his cheeks as he stares at a portrait of his father, King Harold, hanging above the ornate fireplace. Queen Eleanor enters, her sapphire gown rustling softly, and kneels gently beside her son. "Max, my darling, why are you so sad on your special day?" "I miss Father. He always tells me stories before my birthday party. I’m just a sad little prince without him."

Queen Eleanor[/@ch_3] wraps Max in a gentle embrace, the soft scent of lavender in the air.] "Your father loves you very much, Max. He wishes he could be here," she whispers, smoothing his hair. She takes his hand and leads him to a grand wardrobe, its doors carved with lilies and lions. "Let’s get you dressed for your party. I have a surprise that might help you feel more like the happy little prince I know."

Queen Eleanor[/@ch_3] opens the wardrobe, revealing the prince’s royal uniform: a deep blue velvet jacket with silver trim, a crisp white shirt, and a golden sash.] Max watches as his mother helps him into the uniform, fastening the silver buttons with care. She pins a sparkling brooch—a gift from King Harold—to his chest. "Father always said this brooch means I’m brave," he murmurs, a small smile flickering. "That’s right, Max. And today, you’ll be the bravest little prince at your party," she replies, brushing away the last trace of tears.

Max hesitates at the doorway, but Queen Eleanor gives his hand a reassuring squeeze. Noble children await, their faces bright with excitement. "Everyone is here for you, Max. Let’s show them the happiest little prince in France," "I’ll try, Mother," he answers, gathering his courage and stepping forward.

King Harold[/@ch_2]’s favorite song. Suddenly, a servant enters, carrying a scroll sealed with the royal crest.] Queen Eleanor breaks the seal and reads aloud: "To my dearest Max, on your birthday: Though I am far away, my heart is with you. Remember, you are never alone. Love, Father." Max beams as the room erupts in applause. For a moment, he feels his father’s presence, strong and loving.

Max[/@ch_1] laughs and dances among his friends. The sorrow in his heart gives way to joy, illuminated by the love surrounding him.] Queen Eleanor watches him with pride, her eyes shining. "Thank you, Mother. I’m a happy little prince again," "Always, my darling. Together, we can be brave and happy, no matter what,"