The next morning, Gabriel rose at dawn, the first rays of sunlight spilling softly through the tall windows of the chamber. After refreshing himself and donning a finely tailored set of clothes, he stepped out.
As he entered the main hall, his eyes fell upon a passing palace maid. Raising his hand slightly, he stopped her.
"Lady Amelie is still asleep," he said. "Remain by her side until she wakes."
The maid bowed respectfully and proceeded toward the chamber where Amelie rested.
Gabriel continued down the polished corridor, the air carrying the faint aroma of freshly brewed tea. When he reached the grand sitting room, he found his father and mother already settled on the ornate sofa as they sipped from delicate porcelain cups.
"Good morning, Mother, Father," Gabriel greeted warmly, bowing with grace.
"Gabriel!" Raidan exclaimed, setting down his cup with a smile. "Good morning. Come, have a seat."
