King Leonidas De Brinzell's POV
A warm sense of gratitude washed over me as I watched little Felix departed the chamber, his small frame disappearing through the heavy wooden door. "Thank you, Father. Thank you, Your Majesty. Then I will be going now," he had said, his voice unwavering despite his tender age. The sincerity in his tone and the innocence of his spirit brought a fleeting smile to my face, only to be overshadowed by a pang of frustration. Here was a child untainted by the harshness of our world—a glimmer of hope amidst a sea of disillusionment.
I truly liked that boy. He radiated a kind of light that was all too rare within the confines of this kingdom, a light that many of the nobles failed to appreciate or even acknowledge. To them, such simplicity and joy appeared insigni
