Prince Max wipes his eyes, his birthday crown askew. The silence feels heavy, broken only by distant sounds of preparations. "I wish Papa were here," he whispers, tracing raindrops with his finger.

Queen Eleanor[/@ch_2] kneels beside her son. Her eyes, wise and kind, reflect both empathy and resolve as she gathers Max into her arms.] "My darling, I know your heart aches today," she says, smoothing his hair. "Your father loves you dearly, and though he cannot be here, we will honor him together. Let us make this day special for you, sweet prince."

Queen Eleanor[/@ch_2] gently helps Max into his royal uniform, fastening each button with care.] "When you wear your uniform, you carry your father's strength and love," she assures him. Max stands taller, though his eyes are still misty. "Does Papa wear this too when he is away?"

Max[/@ch_1], now in his splendid attire, enters with Queen Eleanor at his side.] "Everyone here is so proud of you, Max," she whispers. "I'm glad they're here, but I still wish Papa could see me," he admits, his voice trembling.

Queen Eleanor[/@ch_2] hands it to Max, who breaks the seal with shaking fingers.] "Dearest Max, though I am far, my heart celebrates you today. Wear your uniform with pride, for you are always my brave little prince. I love you endlessly," he reads aloud, voice growing steadier. The room is silent, every ear listening, every heart warmed.

Max[/@ch_1] laughs as he dances with Queen Eleanor, his crown shining and cheeks flushed with happiness.] "You are a happy little prince again," she smiles. "And when Papa returns, we'll celebrate together," he replies, hope blossoming in his eyes.