Prince Max is hunched over, his shoulders trembling, clutching a worn wooden horse. The celebration banners hang untouched, and the scent of sweet pastries wafts through the air, unnoticed.
Queen Eleanor, regal yet gentle, enters the room, her silk gown rustling softly, concern etched on her face.
"Max, my darling, why do tears fall on such a special day?"
"I miss Papa," he mumbles, voice thick with sadness. "I’m just a sad little prince without him."
Queen Eleanor[/@ch_2] kneels beside Prince Max, her hands reaching to gently wipe away his tears. The room glows warmly, filled with soft hues of gold and ivory, while the distant sounds of laughter drift up from the gardens below.]
"Your father loves you dearly, Max. He wishes he could be here on your birthday," she whispers, wrapping her arms around him. "But you are still our brave and wonderful prince."
"I wish he could see me today, Mama," Max replies, voice trembling. "He would call me his little knight."
Queen Eleanor[/@ch_2] lifts the outfit with care, her eyes alight with hope.]
She helps Prince Max into the regal attire, smoothing his hair and placing a small golden crown atop his head. The transformation is magical; the boy’s posture straightens, and a faint smile tugs at his lips.
"Look at you, Max. You’re every inch the prince your father dreams you to be," she says, her voice soft and encouraging.
Prince Max, now dressed as a proper prince, steps onto the grand terrace with Queen Eleanor by his side. He is greeted by cheers and jubilant songs, his sadness momentarily forgotten amid the joyful celebration.
"Thank you, Mama. I feel a little happier now," he whispers, gripping her hand tightly.
Queen Eleanor[/@ch_2] unfurls the parchment, her eyes glistening with anticipation.]
She reads aloud a heartfelt message from King Harold, full of love and pride for his son. The words warm Max’s heart, and a bright smile spreads across his face.
"Your father remembers you always, Max. He is with you in every brave step you take," she assures him, voice ringing clear and strong.
Prince Max[/@ch_1] dances with Queen Eleanor among friends, laughter echoing into the night.]
No longer a sad little prince, Max’s heart is filled with love—cherished by his mother and remembered by his father. The birthday ends with a promise: whenever he feels alone, his family’s love will make him a happy little prince again.
