The story revolves around a seasoned warrior, his name whispered in the harsh light of history. His days are marked by the sounds of war, his nights by the weight of duty. Yet here he is, back at his desk, the same as countless others…
His mind drifts to those long ago battles, the endless march of men on foot and horseback, the smell of smoke in the air and the taste of victory or defeat…
The memory of the latest engagement is still fresh in his mind. His boots pressed to the ground, his spear trained on an enemy’s back…
“I am a king’s son. I should be strong,” he murmured to himself, his voice tinged with exhaustion. The weight of responsibility was as heavy as ever…
Sunlight filtering through the window cast long shadows on his desk. Papers scattered around seemed to whisper stories, some familiar and others shrouded in mystery…
The king’s orders came easy these days, like a distant voice in the chaos of war…
Yet deep within, he felt a different kind of burden. Not just the weight of his duties, but something deeper…
The king’s chamber was quieter than ever before, save for the soft hum of his own breathing…
His mind wandered to the countless battles he had fought in his long life…
