With keen eyes, Tuile directed her attention towards the prince, intently noticing the visible quiver in his voice. He humbly descended to his knees in complete desperation before the imposing presence of the King.
"Father, forgive such a disgraceful son as me. — Do not let that man take me away….."
How weak and pathetic!
As Tuile looked upon her older brother, Prince Noel, she couldn't help but notice the tears running down his cheeks. They flowed like a river, uncontrolled and unbridled. It was a sight that tugged at her heartstrings and made her feel a deep sense of compassion for him. She watched as their father, the King, enveloped the prince in a tight embrace and whispered words of comfort into his ear. It was a beautiful moment, one that filled her with a sense of warmth and love.
