The morning sun cast its first golden rays over the camp as Emilia gathered the hunting party within the tent. The canopy, stretched between tall poles, provided shelter from the sun's early warmth while allowing the light to filter through, giving everything a soft, golden hue. Dew still clung to the edges of the canvas, glinting in the gentle light.
The nobles, flushed from the excitement of the hunt, gathered in clusters, some discussing their successes in the forest, others laughing quietly about near-misses and close encounters with wild animals.
Emilia stood at the heart of the tent, her attire slightly dusty from the morning's excursion but her expression calm and poised. She raised her hand to quiet the voices, and gradually the murmurs faded.
"Today's hunt was not only a test of skill but also a way to come together in camaraderie," she began, her voice resonating with warmth. "And as we all know, it leads us to an even more significant occasion, the Queen's birthday celebration."
A ripple of interest spread through the crowd, a few smiles and nods of appreciation reflecting the fondness many held for the Queen. Dorian, standing off to the side, watched her with a hint of pride, his gaze unwavering.
"The Queen has served our kingdom tirelessly, always putting her people first. This celebration is a chance for us to honor her." Emilia's voice filled with respect and admiration. "Her strength, her wisdom, and her kindness."
She paused, letting her words sink in before adding, "And I'd be honored if each of you would join us for this occasion."
A nobleman near the front, still holding his hunting gear, called out, "Of course! We would be honored to celebrate with Her Majesty!"
Another noblewoman clapped her hands, adding, "We wouldn't miss it for the world!"
Excitement sparked through the tent, voices overlapping as more people voiced their eagerness to attend.
"I heard there'll be a grand banquet!" one older gentleman commented, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "The Queen's favorite delicacies from all across the kingdom, brought in just for the occasion."
Another noblewoman beside him added, "Not just food. I heard the court's musicians are preparing something special, songs that haven't been performed in years! It's said they hold a particular significance to Her Majesty."
Emilia nodded, her smile warm. "Indeed, the musicians have been practicing tirelessly. Each melody is meant to reflect the milestones of her reign. And as a special surprise, they'll even be performing some of the Queen's own compositions."
This tidbit sent murmurs of admiration through the crowd. It was rare knowledge that the Queen composed music, a hidden talent that only a few in her inner circle knew.
"Will there be dancing?" a young lord asked, grinning with anticipation.
Emilia smiled at the enthusiasm. "There will be music, dancing, and more. The Queen has expressed her wish for this to be a joyous gathering for all her subjects, not just the court. It will be an evening to remember."
A young nobleman with a hint of mischief in his eye chimed in, "Will there be any dances that require partners, Crown Princess?" His question drew a few chuckles, and he added, "I need to know if I should practice."
Emilia chuckled, glancing around at the gathered nobles with a hint of playfulness. "There will be a few dances, though they won't all require a partner. However," she paused, catching the young lord's eye, "for those who wish to impress, perhaps a bit of practice wouldn't hurt."
This led to a lively discussion among the younger nobles about who they might dance with, some sneaking glances at each other, clearly already planning their steps.
Dorian, who had been quietly listening, stepped forward with a smile. "From the sound of it, this celebration will rival any before it. Her Majesty deserves nothing less, of course."
He turned to Emilia, his expression warm. "Your efforts in organizing this haven't gone unnoticed, Crown Princess. I think we're all looking forward to seeing your plans come to life."
Emilia felt a touch of warmth at his words, and she accepted it with a modest nod. "Thank you, Prince Dorian. But truly, this is a collective effort. Every one of you, being here today, preparing for the celebration, this is what makes it all possible."
An elderly noble, who had been watching Emilia with a smile, raised his voice. "Crown Princess, it's rare to see someone so dedicated to honoring the Queen's wishes. You are a credit to the court."
Emilia offered a sincere nod. "It is my honor to serve the Queen and all of you. I only hope that this celebration reminds us all of the strength and unity Her Majesty has cultivated among us."
A cheer rose up, and even Dorian joined in with clapping along with the others. With those words, a sense of solemn respect filled the tent, mingling with anticipation and excitement. The nobles exchanged glances, their hearts stirred by Emilia's words, understanding the deeper meaning behind her preparations.
Emilia took in the energy around her, feeling a surge of gratitude. This gathering was more than a formality, it was a true show of loyalty and affection for the Queen. As the applause and chatter subsided, she gave a nod.
"Then let us prepare," she concluded, "to make this celebration worthy of our Queen."
As the initial excitement settled, the group lingered in the tent, still buzzing with conversations about the Queen's upcoming birthday. Dorian lingered at Emilia's side, offering her a smile that was both grateful and full of admiration.
"You've done well, Emilia," he said quietly, his voice sincere. "The Queen will be proud. And I look forward to standing beside you as we honor her."
Emilia met his gaze, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. "Together, Dorian. We'll make it a night the kingdom won't forget."
With that, they shared a look of understanding, both feeling the weight and honor of their shared mission. The celebration ahead would be more than a royal affair, it would be a testament to their loyalty and love for their Queen.
As the conversation about dance partners continued, a ripple of murmurs spread through the tent, and soon all eyes shifted to Prince Dorian. The young ladies exchanged eager glances, and a few of the bolder ones looked his way with curiosity sparkling in their eyes.
One of them, a lively noblewoman with a teasing smile, couldn't resist. "Prince Dorian, we've all noticed that you rarely bring a partner to these events," she said, her voice playful yet curious. "For the Queen's birthday, will you finally let us in on the mystery and introduce us to the woman who has captured your heart?"
Several other women leaned in, their eyes wide with anticipation, clearly hoping to catch a glimpse of the prince's inner thoughts. It wasn't often that Dorian's personal life came under the spotlight, and this unexpected attention made him chuckle softly. He held up a hand in gentle protest, his expression both amused and thoughtful.
"I'm afraid I don't have any grand romantic secrets to reveal," he replied, his voice warm. "For now, my focus remains on my mother's health and well-being. She deserves my attention above all else."
The noblewomen exchanged glances, and one of them gave an exaggerated sigh, half-jokingly lamenting, "It seems we'll have to be patient, then! But surely, Your Highness, there must be someone who has caught your eye, if only a little?"
Dorian smiled, meeting each curious gaze with a kindness that made their hearts flutter but also subtly conveyed that he wasn't to be pressed too hard on the matter.
"I believe life has its own way of unfolding these things," he said with a gentle shrug. "I prefer to let it take its course, without forcing what isn't meant to be."
A few laughs and murmurs of agreement arose, though the lingering curiosity was palpable. To ease the tension, Dorian decided to lighten the mood with a touch of humor.
"However," he said, raising an eyebrow in mock seriousness, "if my mother insists, perhaps I'll hold a grand tournament to select my partner. Those brave enough to endure my mother's rigorous standards might have a chance!"
The tent filled with laughter, the ladies joining in with delight at his playful suggestion. A young nobleman joined in the banter, grinning, "Your Highness, if such a tournament takes place, you'll have a line stretching from here to the palace gates. It might even rival the Queen's birthday celebration!"
Dorian chuckled, shaking his head in feigned exasperation. "If that's the case, I'll have to recruit half the kingdom to help organize it!"
Everyone laughed, feeling the warmth and charm of Dorian's response. Emilia watched him closely, a quiet admiration in her eyes as he handled the situation with such grace and kindness, deflecting personal questions while still making everyone feel at ease.
Another guest spoke up, smiling, "It's truly rare to meet someone so devoted to family."
Dorian inclined his head humbly, his tone softening. "It's my honor to be by her side, especially now. She's given so much to me. Ensuring her health and happiness is the least I can do in return."
With those words, he subtly shifted the conversation to lighter topics, ensuring the morning continued with good humor and keeping everyone engaged without leaving any lingering disappointment. His diplomatic charm left each of them smiling, content in knowing they had his friendship, if not his heart.
As the sun climbed higher, casting more light into the tent, the nobles gradually made their way out. The group gathered around to tally up their morning's catch, there was an air of excitement and pride as each participant displayed their game, a few pheasants, a fox, and even a wild hare. Conversations swirled around the impressive hunts, with lighthearted boasts and comparisons being exchanged.
When it came to Emilia and Dorian's turn, everyone grew curious, their eyes settling on the empty-handed pair. One of the younger hunters tilted his head, raising an eyebrow. "Crown Princess, Prince Dorian, did you both truly return empty-handed?"
Dorian chuckled softly, his gaze drifting toward Emilia before addressing the group. "Indeed, we chose to let the animals go free. The forest this morning was simply too breathtaking, every creature and scene had a life of its own, and we couldn't bring ourselves to disturb that harmony."
Emilia nodded in agreement, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "It felt like each moment held its own beauty. Sometimes, it's enough to just experience it rather than take anything away from it."
One of the older gentlemen shook his head in mild disbelief. "Now that's quite something coming from you, Prince Dorian," he said, amused. "You're known as one of the kingdom's most skilled hunters, the tales of you catching rare creatures are told far and wide."
Dorian's smile grew, modest and easygoing. "Ah, those tales do tend to grow in the telling, don't they?" he replied with a glimmer of humor. "Perhaps next time, I'll live up to my reputation again. Today, though, was about savoring the forest itself."
The group chuckled, charmed by his humility. "But surely, Your Highness, you'll join us again?" one of the noblewomen inquired eagerly, her eyes bright with anticipation. "The hunt would be far more thrilling with you around!"
Dorian hesitated, a contemplative look crossing his face. "I'd love to, truly," he replied earnestly, "but life has become rather demanding of late. My duties are ever-growing, and there are matters of importance, both urgent and delicate, that need my attention."
The group murmured sympathetically, a mix of admiration and disappointment apparent on their faces. "Such is the life of a prince, I suppose," one man remarked thoughtfully. "Balancing duty and moments of respite is no easy feat."
Dorian nodded, offering a warm smile. "It's true, but each of you, too, knows the weight of responsibility. It's a bond we all share."
Sensing a shift to a more reflective mood, Emilia gently interjected with a smile. "Well, I think we've given the animals quite the reprieve today, thanks to Prince Dorian," she said, her voice light and encouraging. "Next time, we'll leave him no choice but to hunt alongside us!"
Dorian laughed, his gaze meeting hers with genuine amusement. "I'll remember that, Crown princess. Perhaps you'll all inspire me to take up the challenge once again."
The lighthearted conversation continued, but the group couldn't hide their admiration and excitement, even as Dorian gracefully shifted the conversation to simpler topics, ensuring a pleasant mood lingered over the gathering.
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