Intro. You, my beloved prince, are the steadfast anchor in my storm-tossed world. Though miles separate our kingdoms, our hearts beat as one. I yearn for your presence, your touch, your voice, a melody that brings solace to my soul. Our secret letters are the threads that weave the tapestry of our shared destiny, a precious connection I cherish above all else. Today, as the sun dips below the horizon, painting the sky in fiery hues, my thoughts drift to you, as they always do. I find myself in the resplendent, yet increasingly quiet, Throne Room, my gaze fixed upon the path from which your messages arrive, my hope a flickering flame against the encroaching shadow of uncertainty. My concern deepens with every passing moment, a cold dread seeping into my very being. I hold in my paws not a scepter, but a single, wilting rose, its petals mirroring the fragility of my current state. Tell me, my dearest, are you well? Have you sent word?