Royal Palace of Elysee — Morning
The first light of dawn filtered through the tall windows of the Royal Palace, casting a golden hue across the ornate corridors. The usual bustle was subdued, replaced by a serene stillness that enveloped the halls. The scent of blooming jasmine from the palace gardens wafted gently through the open windows, a subtle reminder of the world beyond the walls.
In the royal study, Bruno stood alone, his silhouette framed against the vast expanse of maps and documents sprawled across the grand oak table. His uniform, though meticulously maintained, bore the creases of long hours and relentless duty. The soft ticking of the antique clock was the only sound accompanying his thoughts.
A gentle knock interrupted the silence.
"Enter," Bruno called, his voice steady.
The door opened to reveal Queen Amelie, her presence bringing a warmth that the room had long missed. Dressed in a simple yet elegant gown, her eyes held a mixture of concern and affection.
