The entire palace was ablaze with happiness as the Prince returned in triumph after so many years away. I'd heard rumors that he'd left for the war front when he was just twelve, a notion that left me utterly astounded. How could a mere child venture off to defend our borders? But it seemed his motivation lay in pleasing his mother, Lady Celestia. Over time, it was whispered that he cared less about earning his father's favor and more about dedicating himself entirely to his mother's happiness.
The dynamics of the royal family were perplexing to me, as I was just a maid. However, the other maids often gossiped about Prince Lucius's unique status as a son of a concubine. This meant he wouldn't be the official heir to the throne, but he wielded immense influence within the court due to his role in commanding the troops.
The true heir to the throne was Prince Aiden, the Queen's son. However, it was no secret that there was fierce competition between the two princes. Aiden feared that Jon's accomplishments and the King's favoritism might someday jeopardize his own chances of ascending to the throne.
I observed Lady Celestia's intense preparations for her son's return. Her desire for perfection was evident in every detail, as she wanted everything to reflect the love and warmth she held for him.
As she entered his chambers, a wave of nostalgia swept over her. The room had been untouched since his departure for the war front. The heavy curtains, once tightly drawn, now billowed gently, permitting the soft, golden light of the setting sun to stream in. Tapestries adorned the walls, masterpieces depicting scenes of valor and triumph in battle. The polished marble floors gleamed, and the room was fragrant with fresh flowers.
Lady Celestia had meticulously overseen the room's arrangement. A large bouquet of vibrant, colorful flowers graced a table, filling the room with life and beauty. The bed was adorned with rich, embroidered linens, symbolizing her desire for her son to rest in absolute comfort.
A table was set with carefully chosen gifts. Exquisite armor and weaponry, each bearing the kingdom's emblem, paid homage to her son's bravery. Books filled with tales of adventure and heroism had been selected, as she knew of his love for such stories.
The feast she'd prepared filled the room with the enticing aroma of roasted meats, seasoned with the kingdom's finest spices. Freshly baked bread, still warm, lay in baskets, and a variety of fruits and sweets adorned silver platters. Lady Celestia was resolute in pampering her son with his favorite dishes.
The worry etched on her face was unmistakable. She paced around the room, contemplating whether everything was perfect. Her concern for her son's happiness was evident to all.
"Your Highness, I'm certain he will love everything you've arranged, and he will understand," I ventured to assure her, offering a respectful bow. Her sigh was weighted with both anticipation and concern as she settled into a chair, her gaze sweeping the room.
The door opened slightly, and the Prince entered the room.
As the Prince strode into the room, it was impossible not to notice the aura of authority that enveloped him. His tall, athletic frame was dressed in garments that accentuated his presence. Dark, tousled hair framed a strong jawline, and his sapphire eyes held a depth that hinted at untold adventures.
Years of battle had sculpted a powerful physique that radiated strength and confidence. His movements were marked by a subtle grace. His deep, resonant voice held an undercurrent of authority, and when he spoke, it demanded attention.
His features were classically handsome, combining ruggedness and allure. As Lady Celestia embraced him, their reunion seemed to drown out the world around them. My eyes met his for a fleeting moment, and although I felt a flicker of surprise, he looked away without acknowledgment. It was apparent that his focus was solely on the reunion with his mother.
Sensing that my presence was no longer needed, I quietly left the room.