In the morning, Alan arrived at Queen Agatha's palace. Sensing his arrival, the grand doors of the palace automatically swung open, and Alan stepped inside.
"My dear, you're here!" Queen Agatha said as she greeted him.
"Yes, I am," Alan replied with a serene smile.
The Queen pursed her lips, her eyes betraying a mix of emotions. She seemed simultaneously enthusiastic yet somewhat hesitant and uneasy. She glanced down at her attire to make sure everything was in place before speaking softly, her voice tinged with a hint of trepidation, "My dear, why have you come so early today?"
"After that day, I haven't quite recovered. If today is as intense as last time, I'm afraid my body might not be able to withstand it."
Alan was momentarily taken aback by her words. Observing the unusual shade in Queen Agatha's eyes, he quickly realized the misunderstanding and replied, "Your Majesty, perhaps you are mistaken. My early visit today isn't for... that."
