Royal Palace of Elysee — Morning Light
The sun crept gently over the eastern horizon, its golden rays slicing through the soft veil of morning mist. Inside the royal chambers, light filtered through lace curtains, bathing the room in a warm, honeyed glow. The floral patterns embroidered on the walls shimmered faintly, touched by dawn's quiet blessing.
Queen Amelie stirred beneath the soft silken sheets, the warmth of the bed still holding her in its tender grasp. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, adjusting to the light as she turned her head.
Bruno stood by the window, already dressed in a tailored dark blue shirt with gold trim. The subtle sheen of his cuffs caught the sunlight as he rested one hand on the windowpane, gazing down at the palace gardens below. His silhouette was calm, almost statuesque, a man momentarily removed from kingship and absorbed in private thought.
