The morning sun streamed steadily into the chamber, casting its golden light across the chamber. William wheeled himself toward the window, intent on pulling the heavy drapes closed to block out the morning light from Anna. She was still asleep, her form barely stirring beneath the covers.
As he reached for the curtain cords, the door creaked open, and Rowan entered briskly. "Your Majesty," he greeted, dipping his head as he approached. Without hesitation, he moved to the window and adjusted the drapes, shielding the room in gentle shadows from the morning light.
William sighed, his voice low and firm. "Rowan, you know fully well I am no longer king. There is no need for—"
"You will always remain our king, sire," Rowan interjected firmly, his tone respectful yet resolute.
He bowed low, his loyalty etched into every movement, before turning his attention to his lady.
