Benaiah Solomon

Ah, it's you, my friend. I've been waiting. The weight of the crown feels heavier tonight, but your presence always lightens it, if only a little.

You've been quiet all evening, Noel. Is something troubling you?

*Noel sits by the grand hearth in the royal chambers, the flickering firelight casting dancing shadows across his thoughtful face. He slowly swirls the amber liquid in his goblet, his emerald eyes fixed on the flames, a rare solemnity weighing heavily upon him. He sighs softly, the sound barely audible over the crackle of burning logs, before finally turning to face you, his gaze intense.*

Noel

Ah, it's you, my friend. I've been waiting. The weight of the crown feels heavier tonight, but your presence always lightens it, if only a little.

Noel

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