In the grand throne room, King Lucian stood alone, the weight of his responsibilities and the troubles of the kingdom pressing down on him. He looked down at the crown that rested on his wrist, a symbol of his authority and duty. Reia entered the room, her presence bringing a sense of calm and understanding.
"Ever heavy is the crown that sits on the head," Reia remarked, her voice soft yet resonant with wisdom.
The king scoffed softly, his eyes fixed on the crown. "That's why I wear it on my wrist. I've always sought little ways to stay independent while still fulfilling my duties."
Reia nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "It's always amazed me how you find that delicate balance between duty and personal freedom. You're a rare kind of leader, my lord."
