Ashryn reached the palace and returned to his room, sitting quietly as he read a book about how a king should be.
The pages were worn, filled with lessons of duty, sacrifice, and kindness.
Hours passed.
Soon, the palace halls began to glow with warm light—
it was finally time for the dinner with the townsfolk.
One by one, people entered through the grand castle doors. Laughter echoed softly, footsteps filled the halls, and the scent of warm food drifted through the air.
The King welcomed every single guest personally, greeting them with respect and a gentle smile.
Seraph Admiral Iru remained for the dinner, standing tall among the people, his presence calm yet imposing.
And so, the feast began.
Plates were filled, voices overlapped, and joy spread freely. People ate until their bellies were full, laughter rising with every shared story.
One of the townsfolk leaned forward and asked with a smile,
"So, our little prince—what do you want to do in the future?"
Ashryn answered kindly, his voice sincere.
"To become a man worthy of the crown. One who can truly serve the people of his nation."
Smiles spread across the room.
A man murmured to those beside him,
"Looks like the future is in good hands."
The room erupted into warm laughter.
The King chuckled before speaking,
"Did you know—I used to be a singer when I was a child."
"Oh really?" one of the people replied, surprised.
Seraph Admiral Iru smiled knowingly.
"Then why don't you sing one for us?"
The crowd quickly joined in.
"Go on, King!"
"Sing for us!"
"Just one song!"
The King burst into laughter, rubbing the back of his head.
"Alright… fine!"
The hall fell into eager silence.
A memory was about to be born.