The corridors of the Royal Palace of Elysee were hushed, the usual bustle subdued under the weight of recent events. The golden hues of the setting sun filtered through the tall windows, casting elongated shadows on the marble floors. 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.
