The following morning in the Kingdom of Elysea began in a soft hush, as light filtered gently through the tall, arched windows of the royal palace. The air was cool and fresh, carrying the distant sounds of birdsong from the gardens below. It was a quiet day—no ceremonies, no urgent court matters. Just calm.
Queen Amelie stood by the window of her private sitting room, swaying gently with Prince Louis in her arms. He was bundled in a soft cotton wrap, his tiny head nestled against her shoulder. His eyes were wide and curious this morning, calmly taking in the sights around him. Amelie smiled, rocking slowly as she hummed a quiet melody—something her own mother had once sung to her.
King Bruno entered moments later, a book in one hand and a warm expression on his face. "He's wide awake already?" he asked, walking over to press a kiss to Amelie's cheek and then brushing his fingers through Louis's soft curls.
