In a swift and graceful movement, Akihiro appeared before his home—a grand royal palace adorned with intricate architecture and sprawling gardens. He was met by his personal maid, Elysia, a comforting presence in the labyrinthine halls of the palace.
"Welcome back, Your Highness," Elysia greeted him with her gentle voice in the hallowed corridors. "How was your day?"
Akihiro offered a weary smile. "Long and eventful, Elysia. Please, prepare a bath for me."
As he made his way through the opulent halls, his steps echoed against the marble floors. His journey brought him to the palace gardens, a serene sanctuary where Queen Olivia, his mother, often found solace among the blooming flowers.
She stood amidst the vibrant flora, her gaze fixed on the petals swaying in the gentle breeze, lost in contemplation. Akihiro approached her.
"Mother," he greeted her softly.
Queen Olivia turned to her son. "Akihiro, dear, where have you been?"
