Crown Prince Chambers.
Castle.
Thirheria.
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Theodore stood before the large, ornate mirror in his chambers, the early morning light filtering through the heavy drapes and casting a soft glow on the room. He had spent the night in restless contemplation, his mind filled with the events of the previous day. There was no time to waste; he had made up his mind, and today he would set his plans in motion.
As the maids entered quietly, he straightened his posture, readying himself for the day ahead. They worked with practiced efficiency, their hands moving swiftly to help him dress. First, they draped the finely woven tunic over his broad shoulders, the deep royal blue fabric adorned with intricate silver embroidery. The tunic hugged his form, accentuating his athletic build, and the silver thread caught the light, shimmering subtly with every movement.
