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The queen was not pleased.
"You've done it again," she said, arms folded as she stood by the tall windows of their chamber, sunlight catching the faint irritation in her eyes. "Another full day in that office."
The king, who had just stepped in, paused mid-motion.
"I was handling matters of the western provinces," he replied, removing his gloves. "It required—"
"It always requires your attention," she cut in, turning to face him fully now. "The treasury, the ministers, the disputes, the endless petitions… everything seems to require you."
There was no anger in her voice—only a quiet, steady disappointment that landed far heavier.
The king said nothing.
"And what about your son?" she continued, her gaze softening slightly as it drifted toward the cradle nearby. "He is growing every day… and you are missing it."
The words lingered.
For a moment, the king stood there—not as a ruler, but as a man caught between duty and something far more personal.
He exhaled slowly.
"…You are right," he admitted.
The queen blinked, slightly surprised at how quickly he conceded.
The king stepped closer, glancing at the small figure resting peacefully in the cradle. The prince stirred lightly, as if sensing his presence.
"I have been… absent," the king said quietly. Then, with a faint shift in his tone, he added, "That will change."
The queen raised a brow. "Oh?"
"We will go out," the king said. "All three of us. Today."
"A walk?" she asked.
"A picnic."
Now that got her attention.
"A picnic?" she repeated, a small smile forming. "In the royal gardens?"
The king's lips curved slightly.
"Something like that."
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Preparations were swift.
Servants moved with quiet efficiency, gathering baskets filled with fresh bread, fruits, sweet pastries, and cooled drinks. A soft blanket was prepared, along with a shaded canopy for the prince. The royal guards, though present, were instructed to keep their distance.
The queen carried the prince herself, gently rocking him as they walked.
But instead of heading toward the outer gardens… the king led them deeper into the castle.
Corridors turned into open halls. Halls gave way to archways. And soon, stone gave way to something entirely unexpected.
Green.
Lush, vibrant green.
The queen slowed, her eyes widening as they stepped into a vast, open expanse hidden within the heart of the castle itself.
"…I had forgotten," she whispered.
Before them stretched a forest.
Not a garden.
Not a courtyard.
A forest.
Towering trees from distant lands reached high above, their leaves forming a natural canopy that filtered sunlight into soft, dancing patterns. Exotic plants lined the ground—some glowing faintly, others bearing colors rarely seen in nature. A gentle breeze carried the mingling scents of countless regions across the continent.
"This place…" she murmured.
"The Inner Grove," the king said. "Preserved since the time of the first rulers. Every tree here was brought from a different part of the continent."
The queen looked around in quiet wonder.
"And you chose this for a picnic?" she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.
The king gave a small shrug. "It seemed… fitting."
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They settled beneath a wide, ancient tree whose branches stretched like protective arms above them.
The blanket was laid out. The baskets opened.
For once, there were no ministers. No documents. No decisions waiting to be made.
Just the three of them.
The queen smiled as she arranged the food, occasionally glancing at the king—half expecting him to be distracted. But to her surprise, he wasn't.
His attention was entirely on the small bundle between them.
The prince blinked up at the shifting light above, his tiny hands reaching toward the leaves swaying overhead.
"Da…da," he babbled softly.
The king chuckled under his breath.
"Yes," he said, gently offering a finger.
The queen froze slightly.
"…Are you sure that is wise?" she asked carefully.
The king glanced at her, then at his son.
"…We will proceed with caution," he replied.
The prince's hand wrapped around his finger.
For a moment—
Nothing happened.
The king relaxed slightly.
The queen exhaled.
Then the prince giggled.
The king's expression tightened just a little.
"…Gentle," he murmured.
The grip held firm—but this time, it did not escalate.
After a few seconds, the prince released him on his own, clearly more interested in the rustling leaves above.
The king slowly withdrew his hand.
"…Progress," he said.
The queen gave him a look. "Or mercy."
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Time passed more easily than either of them expected.
They spoke—of small things, old memories, and quiet hopes. The king even laughed, a rare, unguarded sound that seemed to belong more to the man than the crown.
At one point, a soft breeze stirred the surrounding trees.
Leaves fell gently around them.
The prince reached up instinctively—
And for the briefest moment…
One of the falling leaves stopped mid-air.
The king noticed.
So did the queen.
The leaf hovered—just for a second—before drifting down as if nothing had happened.
Silence settled between them.
"…Did you see that?" the queen asked softly.
The king didn't answer immediately.
His gaze remained on his son.
"…Yes," he said at last.
But there was no fear in his voice.
Only something deeper.
Something thoughtful.
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The leaf should have fallen.
Both of them saw it—clearly.
It had broken free from a high branch, drifting lazily downward with the breeze, just another small part of the grove's quiet rhythm.
And yet—
It stopped.
Not completely. Not unnaturally rigid. Just… paused. As if the air itself had forgotten what to do with it.
The queen's fingers stilled where they rested on the blanket.
"…Did you see that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
The king did not answer immediately.
His eyes had already shifted—to the prince.
The child was no longer looking at the canopy.
He was looking at the leaf.
His tiny hand was raised—not grasping wildly as before, but open… almost deliberate.
Another leaf loosened from above.
It fell—
Then slowed.
Then joined the first.
A second pause in the world.
The air around them felt different now. Not colder. Not heavier.
Just… aware.
The queen drew in a quiet breath. "That is not the wind."
"No," the king said, his voice low, steady—but focused.
The prince let out a soft, delighted sound.
"Da…"
His fingers curled slightly.
The two leaves trembled—
Then, gently… moved.
Not falling.
Not drifting.
Moving toward him.
The queen instinctively leaned closer, her hand hovering protectively near the child.
"Should we stop this?" she asked, unable to hide the tension now threading through her voice.
The king watched carefully.
Measured. Controlled.
"…No," he said at last. "Not yet."
The leaves reached the prince.
One brushed against his hand.
The other circled lazily, as if caught in a current that did not exist.
The prince laughed—bright, carefree, completely unaware of the impossibility unfolding around him.
Then, as suddenly as it began—
It ended.
The leaves dropped.
The air returned to normal.
The moment passed.
Silence lingered.
The queen exhaled slowly, her eyes still fixed on their son. "…That was not chance."
"No," the king agreed.
There was no fear in his voice.
But there was no denial either.
He looked down at the prince—who had already lost interest, now tugging lightly at the edge of the blanket as if nothing had happened.
"…It seems," the king said quietly, "his strength is not limited to the physical."
The queen met his gaze.
"Marcus said the Heart Stone was refining him," she murmured. "He did not say it would awaken this early."
The king's expression grew thoughtful.
"…Then we will need to prepare earlier than expected."
A pause.
The queen's hand gently brushed the prince's hair.
"He is still just a child," she said softly.
The king's gaze softened—for a moment, not as a ruler, but as a father.
"Yes," he said.
Then, quieter—
"…But not an ordinary one."
Above them, the trees swayed once more as if nothing had happened.
But somewhere within the vast grove—
Something had clearly begun.
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As the sun dipped lower, casting golden light through the forest canopy, the small family remained beneath the ancient tree—untouched by the world beyond.
For once, the kingdom could wait.
And in that quiet corner of a castle that held a forest within its walls, a king, a queen, and a child shared something far rarer than power or duty—
Time.
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