"Even rulers of empires must pause, now and then, to retuck a blanket and make a baby laugh."
The strategic data streams, the southern quadrants, and even Bach's counterpoint structures had finally concluded. The Cradle Chamber, the kingdom's most secure room designed to survive orbital bombardment, now contained four of the realm's most brilliant minds, all officially on 'Off-Duty Parental Protocol.' The shift was palpable: from the gravity of governance and tactical command to the profound absurdity of pure domestic exhaustion.
