Prince Max sits hunched on a cushioned stool, his cheeks wet with tears, clutching a wooden horse close to his chest. The sunlight dances over his tousled hair, yet his eyes remain downcast, fixed on the floor. The distant sound of bells from the castle courtyard brings him no comfort.
Queen Eleanor wraps her arms around Prince Max, pulling him close. "My darling Max, why are you so sorrowful on your special day?" she asks softly, her voice a soothing hush. "I miss Papa. He promised he'd help me blow out my candles," comes the muffled reply, words trembling with longing.
Queen Eleanor[/@ch_2] lifts the outfit.]
With gentle hands, she dresses Prince Max, smoothing the cape over his shoulders and straightening his sash. "You are the bravest little prince in all of France," she whispers, fastening a golden pin shaped like a lion to his chest. Prince Max's lips quiver, but his eyes brighten slightly as he touches the pin.
Queen Eleanor guides Prince Max through the hall, greeting well-wishers and friends. "Everyone is here to celebrate you, Max. Let us make this day as joyful as we can," she encourages, her hand warm in his. Prince Max manages a small, grateful smile as a chorus of laughter rings out.
Queen Eleanor[/@ch_2] breaks the seal, unfolding the letter for all to hear.]
"Dearest Max, though I am far in service of our kingdom, my heart celebrates with you. Blow out your candles and make your wish—I promise to return soon. With all my love, Papa." The words bring a shimmer of hope to Prince Max's eyes, and the room erupts in gentle applause.
Prince Max[/@ch_1] stands tall in his royal uniform, his mother’s hand on his shoulder. The room glows with joy and anticipation, the faces of friends and family beaming with love.]
"I wish for Papa to come home soon, and for everyone to be happy," he says, voice clear and strong. With a deep breath, he blows out his candles, and laughter and music fill the hall. For today, Queen Eleanor has made him a happy little prince once more.
