"Your Highness, the Crown Prince, may I come inside?" the tribal princess, Sylvia, knocked on the door.
A cold voice emanated from within: "You can."
Princess Sylvia entered the room as Crown Prince Maximus paced back and forth, his brow furrowed.
"What is it, Princess? What brings you to me so suddenly? Is something amiss?"
"There is no issue, Your Highness," Princess Sylvia replied. "I merely come to seek your permission to depart for my empire."
"The Tribal Empire? Why? We discussed this – I promised to help you achieve your goals, while you would stand as guardian with me on the empire's throne."
"Indeed, we did," Princess Sylvia conceded. "But a pressing matter calls me back. I had momentarily forgotten – an event of vital importance is about to unfold in my empire, and my presence is required immediately."
Maximus nodded. "I understand. I will ensure everything is prepared for your departure."
